Identity
1 min
Turkey, Muslim, and Unapologetic
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
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.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was exhaustion. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
Everyone in my evangelical christian community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
In Bosnia, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 33.
In Sweden, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 37.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was loss. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
I've answered 'why can't you eat pork?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
Fasting while teaching children in Beirut tested everything I thought I knew about gratitude.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
Our first year nearly ended because of whose family to visit for Eid. What saved us was an imam who understood honest communication.
Fasting while teaching children in Alexandria tested everything I thought I knew about gratitude.
In Azerbaijan, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 40.