mmh Blog

An impromptu PhD journal and some ideas to bring to the forum.

I was born in a Italian-Catholic and Egyptian-Muslim family. All my life a question followed me: what are you? Everyone has always been so eager to label me, to know which of these religions had won; and perhaps, perversely, which of my parents did. Reality is that for me, for my parents, for my brother, it was never a battle of religions. It was never a competition. For us, there was always enough space for both religions to exist, together. Attending church on Christmas with my mum never diminished my father’s Islamic identity, nor participating in Ramadan once shook my mum’s Catholic faith.

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