Faith & Doubt
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I Left Islam at 21. I Came Back at 34.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
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.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was mercy.
I've answered 'do you have to pray five times?' approximately four hundred times. Here's my actual answer.
Our first year nearly ended because of household chores. What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling.
Our first year nearly ended because of household chores. What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling.
When the neighbourhood changed, our tiny mosque became the beating heart of the neighbourhood — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
In South Korea, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 35.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Tanzania. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.
Our first year nearly ended because of biryani. What saved us was an imam who understood honest communication.
When the pandemic hit, our community hall became the place everyone came to — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
In Canada, everyone assumed I was born Muslim. Actually, I found Islam at 25.
They said wearing hijab would hold me back in academia. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.