Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Stockholm
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Sweden. 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 Sweden. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
They said wearing my faith openly would hold me back in law. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
Fasting while serving in the military in Dar es Salaam tested everything I thought I knew about surrender.
When the pandemic hit, our tiny mosque became the last line of defence — no questions asked.
Everyone in my secular humanist community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
Everyone in my secular humanist community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Philippines. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
It wasn't logic that pulled me away. It was anger. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
I've answered 'but why can't you drink?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was exhaustion. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was silence.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too UAE. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.