The slide opened and I heard a gentle, kind voice: What is your confession, my child? I was stuffed. The Priest would declare me a heretic; my parents would call me a traitor. The Priest asked me again: What is your confession, my child? I'm Muslim. I whispered. Welcome to my world. I'm Amal Abdel-Hakim, a seventeen-year-old Australian-Palestinian-Muslim still struggling with my various identity hyphens. It's hard enough being cool as a teenager when being one issue behind the latest Cosmo is enough to disqualify you from the in-group. Try wearing a veil on your head and practising the bum's up position at lunchtime and you know you're in for a tough time at school. Luckily my friends support me, although they've got a few troubles. Simone is blonde, gorgeous, and overweight, she's got serious image issues, and Leila's intelligent but her parents are more interested in her getting a marriage certificate than her high school certificate! And I thought I had problems