Career & Faith
2 min
Hijab, Harvard, and the Boardroom: Refusing to Choose
They told me I’d have to take it off to be taken seriously. I kept it on. They took me seriously anyway.
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.
They told me I’d have to take it off to be taken seriously. I kept it on. They took me seriously anyway.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
When the pandemic hit, our converted shop became the only institution that stayed — regardless of faith.
I built a brand performing 'relatable Muslim girl' content. Then I realised I couldn't remember the last time I prayed without filming it.
Our first year nearly ended because of household chores. What saved us was an imam who understood setting boundaries.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
They said wearing my kufi would hold me back in finance. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
At school I was too Black for the Asian Muslims. At the mosque I was too British for the African ones.
Fasting while working 12-hour shifts in Madinah tested everything I thought I knew about community.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was pain. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was beauty.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Argentina. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.