The youth worker Who Found Allah in Havana
Everyone in my jehovah's witness community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
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In Egypt, a divorced woman is a tragedy. I decided to be a plot twist instead.
Everyone in my jehovah's witness community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
I spent 30 years searching for meaning in atheist. Then a patient changed everything.
I traded a family name for a faith. Some days I mourn what I lost. Every day I’m grateful for what I found.
I grew up Catholic in a favela where God felt distant. Islam brought Him close enough to whisper to.
In Iceland, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 33.
Everyone in my baha'i community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
In a country where church is culture and rum is water, choosing Islam felt like emigrating without leaving home.
Everyone in my mormon community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
In Ethiopia, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 41.
I'm Aboriginal. I grew up with the Dreamtime. When I found Islam, I didn't leave my ancestors behind — I understood them better.
Everyone in my anglican community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
I spent 27 years searching for meaning in jehovah's witness. Then a stranger on a bus changed everything.