Identity
1 min
Ireland, Muslim, and Unapologetic
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
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.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
I've answered 'don't you get hungry?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
They said wearing my kufi would hold me back in media. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
I spent 26 years searching for meaning in sikh. Then a stranger on a bus changed everything.
Everyone in my baptist community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Nigeria. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
It wasn't science that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
Our first year nearly ended because of whose family to visit for Eid. What saved us was an imam who understood setting boundaries.
Our first year nearly ended because of biryani. What saved us was an imam who understood honest communication.
They said wearing hijab would hold me back in medicine. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
When the flood came, our community hall became the place everyone came to — for everyone who needed it.