Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Urumqi
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too China. 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 China. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
Our first year nearly ended because of the wedding guest list. What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too American. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
I spent 35 years searching for meaning in baptist. Then a taxi driver changed everything.
I spent 34 years searching for meaning in atheist. Then a customer changed everything.
I've answered 'aren't you hot in that?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
They said wearing my faith openly would hold me back in law. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
When the pandemic hit, our tiny mosque became the only institution that stayed — regardless of faith.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
Our first year nearly ended because of where to live. What saved us was an imam who understood honest communication.
When nobody else stepped up, our tiny mosque became the beating heart of the neighbourhood — regardless of faith.
I've answered 'but why can't you drink?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.