Ramadan in a refugee camp
Fasting while studying for finals in Jeddah tested everything I thought I knew about patience.
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.
Fasting while studying for finals in Jeddah tested everything I thought I knew about patience.
Our first year nearly ended because of biryani. What saved us was an imam who understood listening instead of lecturing.
Our first year nearly ended because of the wedding guest list. What saved us was an imam who understood listening instead of lecturing.
When the neighbourhood changed, our Islamic centre became the only institution that stayed — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
Our first year nearly ended because of household chores. What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling.
Our first year nearly ended because of the mahr amount. What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling.
Fasting while working 12-hour shifts in Córdoba tested everything I thought I knew about community.
When the factory closed, our Islamic centre became the last line of defence — for everyone who needed it.
Our first year nearly ended because of where to live. What saved us was an imam who understood honest communication.
When the flood came, our Islamic centre became the place everyone came to — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
I've answered 'do you have to pray five times?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
Our first year nearly ended because of where to live. What saved us was an imam who understood listening instead of lecturing.