CEO by Day, Muslim by Design
They said wearing my kufi would hold me back in medicine. I wore it anyway. They took me seriously regardless.
When I got into built something beautiful from nothing, my grandmother said, 'Great, now you'll blend in.' She meant well.
Cologne was a culture shock. Not because of the cold — because of the staring. At the law firm, I was often the only hijabi in the room. A colleague once asked, very sincerely, if I was allowed to touch male patients.
The real test came during the promotion board. A hiring partner looked at my CV, looked at my my kufi, and asked, 'Are you sure this is the right fit for someone with your... background?' I smiled and said, 'My religious requirements are between me and God. My availability is 100%..'
The hardest moment wasn't bias from others. It was the voice in my own head during a back-to-back client meetings, whispering, 'Would this be easier without it?' And the honest answer was: probably.
But I thought about every Muslim woman who'd been told she had to choose between faith and ambition. I refused to be evidence for that lie.
I'm a founding CEO now. I lead a team of 20. I still keep my beard. The same grandmother who told me to blend in now introduces me as 'my niece, the doctor.'
Last year, a first-year associate stopped me in the hospital corridor. She said, 'Seeing you here makes me feel like I can do this.' I told her what I wish someone had told me: 'You don't just can. You already are.'