Faith & Doubt
1 min
I Left Islam at 18. I Came Back at 38.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
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 loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
I've answered 'don't you get hungry?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
When the flood came, our Islamic centre became the last line of defence — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
Fasting while caring for patients in Alexandria tested everything I thought I knew about faith.
Fasting while teaching children in Denver tested everything I thought I knew about gratitude.
Everyone in my baha'i community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
In India, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 30.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Philippines. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was grief.
Fasting while working construction in Baku tested everything I thought I knew about endurance.
I've answered 'but why can't you drink?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
When the factory closed, our community hall became the only institution that stayed — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.