Faith & Doubt
1 min
I Left Islam at 22. I Came Back at 31.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
Revert journeys. Identity struggles. Faith found, lost, and found again. Unfiltered voices from your brothers and sisters across the world.
In Egypt, a divorced woman is a tragedy. I decided to be a plot twist instead.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was loss. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
It wasn't atheism that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
It wasn't atheism that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
It wasn't atheism that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.