Career & Faith
1 min
Journalist by Day, Muslim by Design
They said wearing my faith openly would hold me back in academia. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
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.
They said wearing my faith openly would hold me back in academia. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
Fasting while caring for patients in Marseille tested everything I thought I knew about endurance.
At school I was too Muslim. At the mosque I was too Kosovo. I spent years feeling like I belonged nowhere.
Fasting while studying for finals in Lima tested everything I thought I knew about community.
When the flood came, our Islamic centre became the last line of defence — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.
I spent 33 years searching for meaning in taoist. Then a colleague changed everything.
When the neighbourhood changed, our Islamic centre became the last line of defence — for everyone who needed it.
Fasting while teaching children in Athens tested everything I thought I knew about community.
Everyone in my evangelical christian community thought I'd lost my mind. I'd never been more sane.
It wasn't philosophy that pulled me away. It was loneliness. And it wasn't theology that brought me back. It was community.
I spent 34 years searching for meaning in spiritual but not religious. Then a patient changed everything.
People keep asking me to choose between my culture and my faith. I refuse.