
‘Can You Really Be a Queer Muslim?’: Intersectionality and the Complexity of Identity

Reflections on My Dysfunctional Family
I always felt as though my brother had the power to turn me invisible, as if his presence automatically equalled my absence. We used to be best friends, back when I was only a little girl. It didn’t last long at all, but I’ll always cherish the feeling of being naive enough to believe I had a big brother by my side who would protect me forever…