Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Rabat
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Morocco. 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 Morocco. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
They said wearing hijab would hold me back in medicine. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
Our first year nearly ended because of whose family to visit for Eid. What saved us was an imam who understood setting boundaries.
Fasting while studying for finals in Tokyo tested everything I thought I knew about gratitude.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Kosovo. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
They said wearing my faith openly would hold me back in medicine. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
Fasting while caring for patients in Abuja tested everything I thought I knew about patience.
Fasting while caring for patients in Peshawar tested everything I thought I knew about patience.
Everyone in my rastafarian community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
I've answered 'but why can't you drink?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.