Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Pristina
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Kosovo. 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 Kosovo. 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 American. 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.
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 Sweden. 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 Tanzania. 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 France. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Bangladesh. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.