Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Buenos Aires
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Argentina. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
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.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Argentina. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Mexico. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
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.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Nigeria. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Australia. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
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.
In an industry built on conformity, wearing hijab was my most radical act of self-expression.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Nigeria. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.