My Invisible Faith
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Elif Yılmaz has been a Muslim all her life, but she still struggles to get by, facing discrimination and exclusion that comes from living as a Muslim in America. Meanwhile, she must get through living with schizophrenia and ignoring haunting delusions.
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- Do not read if you are triggered by descriptions of schizophrenic hallucinations.
- Often talks about Islam. Do not read if you are an Islamaphobe.
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Their sympathy had worn off and I was back to how I started, except I no longer had my husband beside me. I thought the niqab (face veil) would protect me like it used to, make me look like I fit in with everyone else. But the little person holding my hand gives it away. His beautiful dark skin and short frizzy hair shows that he’s different. They see us as different and they don’t like it. - Born and brought up in the west with a Pakistani father and Palestinian mother, Esha’s never been liked by her extended family in Pakistan. But they remained polite until she went on to do something never seen in her father’s Pakistani village. She married a black man. To make matters worse, Esha and her husband, Isa, move to Pakistan so Esha can teach the less fortunate in the little village her father was brought up in. His passing caused her great grief and she wanted to feel closer to him. But they never accepted her. Yet, Esha refuses to move away and is adamant on raising her son alone in her father’s old house.
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