Youth
2 min
Fifteen, Bosnian, and Building My Own Islam
My grandfather survived Srebrenica. My Islam is built on his silence — the things he never says but prays about every night.
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My grandfather survived Srebrenica. My Islam is built on his silence — the things he never says but prays about every night.
I’ve answered ‘but why can’t you drink?’ approximately four hundred times. Here’s my actual answer.
I've answered 'do you have to pray five times?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
I've answered 'but why can't you drink?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
I've answered 'aren't you hot in that?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
I built a brand performing 'relatable Muslim girl' content. Then I realised I couldn't remember the last time I prayed without filming it.
I've answered 'aren't you hot in that?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
I ride my board through Accra traffic to make it to Friday prayers. My imam says Allah appreciates the hustle.
I've answered 'do you have to pray five times?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
I've answered 'don't you get hungry?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
I'm sixteen, I run the 800 metres, and every time I cross the finish line, the first word on my lips is bismillah.
I've answered 'don't you get hungry?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.