Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Lima
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Peru. 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 Peru. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
I've answered 'but why can't you drink?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
I've answered 'why can't you eat pork?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Kenya. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
They said wearing hijab would hold me back in finance. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
They said wearing my kufi would hold me back in law. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
Fasting while teaching children in Marseille tested everything I thought I knew about patience.
When nobody else stepped up, our community hall became the only institution that stayed — for everyone who needed it.
I spent 22 years searching for meaning in hindu. Then a colleague changed everything.
In Senegal, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 27.
Our first year nearly ended because of the mahr amount. What saved us was an imam who understood setting boundaries.