Identity
1 min
American, Muslim, and Unapologetic
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
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.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
People say autism makes prayer difficult. I say Islam’s structure is the most autistic-friendly religion on earth.
France told me Islam was the problem. My neighbourhood told me France was the enemy. I refused both stories.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
I'm deaf. I can't hear the adhan. But I feel it — in the vibrations of the floor, in the movement of bodies turning toward Makkah.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Singapore. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
My whakapapa is Maori. My faith is Islam. My identity is both, completely.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
At school I was too Black for the Asian Muslims. At the mosque I was too British for the African ones.