49, Muslim, and Tired of Explaining
I've answered 'don't you get hungry?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
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.
I've answered 'don't you get hungry?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
Our first year nearly ended because of the wedding guest list. What saved us was an imam who understood setting boundaries.
Everyone in my methodist community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
Our first year nearly ended because of where to live. What saved us was an imam who understood honest communication.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
In an industry built on conformity, wearing hijab was my most radical act of self-expression.
In Hungary, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 41.
I spent 27 years searching for meaning in secular humanist. Then a colleague changed everything.
Fasting while working construction in Rotterdam tested everything I thought I knew about faith.
When the flood came, our converted shop became the only institution that stayed — regardless of faith.
In Czech Republic, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 20.