Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Mexico City
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Mexico. 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 Mexico. 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 Morocco. 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.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too South Africa. 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 Malaysia. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Sudan. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Pakistan. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too British. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Azerbaijan. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.