Faith & Doubt
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I Left Islam at 19. I Came Back at 37.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
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.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
Fasting while serving in the military in Ottawa tested everything I thought I knew about community.
They said wearing my faith openly would hold me back in tech. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
Fasting while serving in the military in Kingston tested everything I thought I knew about patience.
They said wearing hijab would hold me back in politics. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
When the pandemic hit, our Islamic centre became the only institution that stayed — no questions asked.
They said wearing a beard would hold me back in tech. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
I spent 15 years searching for meaning in spiritual but not religious. Then a neighbour changed everything.
I've answered 'why can't you eat pork?' 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 honest communication.
Fasting while working construction in Rabat tested everything I thought I knew about gratitude.