Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Casablanca
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Morocco. 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 Morocco. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
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.
Fasting while caring for patients in Port of Spain tested everything I thought I knew about endurance.
Fasting while serving in the military in Oslo tested everything I thought I knew about community.
Everyone in my sikh community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
When the pandemic hit, our tiny mosque became the beating heart of the neighbourhood — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
Our first year nearly ended because of the wedding guest list. What saved us was an imam who understood setting boundaries.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
Fasting while working 12-hour shifts in Kuala Lumpur tested everything I thought I knew about faith.
In Pakistan, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 38.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loss. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.