Community
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The Library That Healed Birmingham
When the neighbourhood changed, our tiny mosque became the beating heart of the neighbourhood — for everyone who needed it.
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.
When the neighbourhood changed, our tiny mosque became the beating heart of the neighbourhood — for everyone who needed it.
Fasting while caring for patients in Dallas tested everything I thought I knew about gratitude.
When nobody else stepped up, our tiny mosque became the last line of defence — no questions asked.
Fasting while working 12-hour shifts in Havana tested everything I thought I knew about faith.
It wasn't atheism that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
Our first year nearly ended because of the wedding guest list. What saved us was an imam who understood setting boundaries.
In Netherlands, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 36.
When the pandemic hit, our Islamic centre became the only institution that stayed — no questions asked.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Sudan. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Malaysia. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
When the pandemic hit, our community hall became the place everyone came to — no questions asked.
I've answered 'aren't you hot in that?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.