Identity
1 min
Between Two Worlds: Being Muslim in Alice Springs
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Australia. 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 Australia. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
Fasting while teaching children in Tehran tested everything I thought I knew about patience.
When the neighbourhood changed, our community hall became the only institution that stayed — no questions asked.
When the neighbourhood changed, our community hall became the only institution that stayed — no questions asked.
Our first year nearly ended because of whose family to visit for Eid. What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling.
When nobody else stepped up, our converted shop became the beating heart of the neighbourhood — no questions asked.
They said wearing a beard would hold me back in tech. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
Fasting while teaching children in Zanzibar tested everything I thought I knew about community.
When the flood came, our community hall became the only institution that stayed — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
They said wearing hijab would hold me back in media. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
Our first year nearly ended because of where to live. What saved us was an imam who understood listening instead of lecturing.
When the factory closed, our converted shop became the only institution that stayed — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.