A truly inspirational story.
There are three aspects of my identity that really can’t be untangled from each other:
I am a queer woman.
I am a feminist.
And I believe that there is no god but Allah, and that Muhammad is Allah’s messenger.
Yeah, it’s the third one that usually gets the record-scratch reaction.
I was raised Muslim, but in my teens, I became severely disillusioned with the faith. Having finished reading the Qur’an in English for the first time, I started to fully appreciate just how easy it was for people to twist and re-interpret the book to serve their own needs. I realised my father had been doing that to me for years, with his rules that he swore came “from God” and his restrictions on my behaviour that were all part of me being a good Muslim girl. Cover yourself so men don’t…
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