Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Stockholm
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Sweden. 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.
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At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Sweden. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
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At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Indonesia. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Somalia. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Morocco. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Uzbekistan. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
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At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Thailand. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Kazakhstan. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too China. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
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