I hate thinking up titles.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

This is just a quick update on what's been going on with me, and some links to recent posts I've found helpful.

I have been so blessed to finally find a job working for ChaCha.com from home. I'll have to work a lot more hours to be able to make enough money, but insha'Allah it will still be better than working on my feet and having to commute!

I've been exceptionally busy with school and other things the last week or two, which is why I haven't been posting very much, and my brain is basically dead. But insha'Allah sometime in the next week I will think of something interesting to say. In the meantime...

An Ummah united in dreams (via Achelois)
Misplacedpriorities for the children
No matter how it's packaged, it's still a diet
Du'a request and hadith on illness
Muslim deviance? Gimme a break.
Omnisexual
Friend or Foe?

The Phyllis Schlafly Affair

Sunday, May 18, 2008

I am not going to write much on this issue since many bloggers have already done very well-written posts on the obvious reasons why Phyllis Schlafly should not be receiving an honorary doctorate at Washington University. The students have spoken. It is getting news coverage, Alhamdulillah.

What is often cited is the fact that she believes marital rape is not rape, that women's only place is at home with the children, and that she has worked very hard to, as she says, "preserve women's real rights," that is, not allow women to work, gain education, etc.

What is less cited is the fact that although Schlafly has two degrees, both, I believe, from WashU, she hates both public education and higher education. She calls public education a monopoly that drains taxpayers' money, and higher education a hotbed of evil liberals, basically. Yet obviously, since she has two degrees herself, she has been through both America's public education and higher education system, and she is a woman, so clearly she is not at home with the kids since she's out campaigning for the "rights" of other women. Anyone else sensing a little irony here?

I agree with what's often stated in regards to the fact that I have a hard time believing a university that is supposed to care about their female students and make opportunities for their female students to advance would allow someone who doesn't want women to work or gain education an honor such as this. I think that communicates some really problematic things about what this university thinks of its female students, professors, and alumni. But I also wonder why an institute of learning would give an honor related to learning to a woman who has clearly stated her opinions, and they are not positive, on institutions of learning in this country. It's an insult to any institution of learning, and to the professors whom Schlafly has accused of passing on evil liberalism to their students. And it's a disturbing commentary on a university's value of learning, not just on their views of women.

"Get back on the bus and leave immediately."

I was sick for most of the day today so sadly had to miss a dinner for my professors who are moving to Korea soon, but felt better this evening and could finally walk a bit so I decided to go see Prince Caspian, since it came out, finally (yesterday, I think). I don't drive; I don't have a license or a car, and I don't know how. I take public transportation and have since I was nine. The night buses here don't go most places and also run further apart and only run until 10, so I decided to take the bus there and take a cab home. I'm wearing my trrst outfit (read: niqab and abaya), so the bus driver almost refuses to stop for me. This is okay. I get to the bus station. Fine. Everything is good. A huge gang of high schoolers gets on at the bus station. They're loud and obnoxious, but I used to be a high schooler at one of the so-called "ghetto schools" here and I've done loud and obnoxious on the city bus so whatever. I read. We get to the mall where the movie theater is.

When I was younger, there were a lot of issues with my parents' divorce and my stepmother, so I saw my dad for a few hours on Saturday most of the time. He would often take me to movies. We didn't really have money to rent movies a lot at my house, so most of my memories of going to movies or renting movies are with him. When I got into high school, he moved about three hours away and I would go over for weekends sometimes and we would rent movies. He was partially deaf from being in the Marines (I have many other stories for another post about his partial deafness, hehehe), so we had to watch everything blaring and with subtitles. Because of this, unless I watch something with subtitles, I feel like I'm missing what's going on (this really isn't instrumental to the post, but it's an interesting fact about me, if you care, LOL). But I really associate movies and going to the movies and such with him. After he passed away (April 2006), I rented movies often but I have only gone to the movie theater a handful of times.

When we got to the movie theater, it was about 9:45pm. The mall was closed, but it used to be that you could go into any entrance and walk from there to the theater part of the mall. So I'm walking to the entrance and I'm sort of out of sight of the bus and I hear someone blaring something over a megaphone that sounds vaguely like, "Get back on the bus and leave immediately," although, to be fair, I might be misquoting a bit. So, I'm like, okay, maybe they're not talking about me? But to be safe, I walk back down to where the bus is and there are two big, burly, white, male cops arguing with a couple of the kids who were on the bus with me and telling them that the mall is closed and they are not allowed to go to the movie theater.

All of the kids on the bus with me were black (most were male). I saw probably at least 8 or 10 cops this evening, and all of them were white and male. I have taken classes from TPD officers, I have friends who are or have been TPD officers, and my partner works with TPD officers, so I'm well aware that all of TPD's officers are not white and male. But it made me extremely uncomfortable that they had a sizeable presence of white, male cops all over the area.

Most of the kids got back on the bus and some started walking in the other direction. One of the officers left and the other was going to follow them but I came over and asked why we were not allowed to go to the movie theater. I purchased my ticket online earlier because the shows were selling out quickly. He begins to explain that they have a problem with a large population of juvenile blah blah blah. Okay. All I want to do is freaking see Prince Caspian because I am ridiculously in love with children's lit and fantasy lit and I loved the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe adaptation. That is all I want to do. In peace. By myself. Without having to ask permission from a police officer. So he proceeds to tell me that he thinks it's okay if I go since I don't look like I'm with them and I appear to actually be going to see a movie. I should probably mention here that one of the blessings of any form of hijab is that it usually adds years onto your appearance in people's minds, in my experience, although sometimes this is thwarted when you speak with a local accent and then people think you are wearing it as a joke. Although he was treating me like a child when I am of legal age here, and although my clothing probably was one of the reasons I had to go to such lengths to get him to let me go, the fact that my hands and the area around my eyes is white and that the clothing probably made him assume I was older than he thought came in my favor.

So then I have to walk around the outside of the mall to the area where the movie theater is. In the dark. At night. Because he will not let me go through the mall. So I begin walking. As I get closer to the theater, there are several more white, male cops watching a group of maybe 50 or so black teenagers. Some of the kids yell things at me as I walk past. The cops do not intervene. I have lived here all of my life and I am familiar with what the mall is like on a Saturday night, and that since the theater means parts of it have to stay open late, kids use it as a hangout spot and generally there's some security around because of this. But I do not ever remember it being like this. I have never in my life had to ask permission from a police officer to be allowed to see a movie in a movie theater that is open until about 2am.

Finally I get there, get my paper tickets, etc. Most of the people inside the theater are white. There are more cops. The movie was actually quite good; it's a terrible, horrible, AWFUL adaptation of the book, and one of the grad students I took Hebrew with a couple of years ago wrote an excellent critique of this on Facebook, but since I have not read the books in awhile, I'm able to consider it just as a movie. And it moves me to tears. I love the Narnia stories, along with most other fantasy lit and children's lit, but I have read these since I was a child and reread them and reread them and so it particularly strikes me.

Leaving the mall wasn't such a production; most of the cops and almost all of the teenagers were gone and it was like any other normal night at the mall. But honestly. Although I understand from experience what the mall is like when it's mobbed by kids who are not there to actually do anything (like see a movie) and are just hanging out (also because I've worked in the other mall and had this experience)...the fact that it made me think very much of being at a whites only lunch counter deeply, deeply bothered me. Yes, the kids were causing something of a public disturbance. Yes, they were harassing me and other people who were walking to the theater. But seriously. They're teenagers. It's a Saturday. School is not in session. They are poor. They can't afford to actually go into the movie theater and see a movie because tickets are now up to $8 a piece and concessions are $10 just for popcorn and a Coke. I grew up in neighborhoods not unlike theirs. They don't have PS2s. They may or may not have televisions. The parks are closed. The malls are closed. If they want to hang out in their neighborhood, they will be followed by cops in cars who assume they are vandalizing or stealing or doing drugs. What are they supposed to do? Where are they supposed to go?

On top of that, the fact that white people who have the money to drive a car and are able-bodied enough to do so are not harassed. Veiled women who are disabled and don't have the money for a car nor have a license are lumped in with the public nuisances and told to get back on the bus and leave immediately. The fact that simply because I ride the bus means that I have to ask permission from a police officer when hundreds of middle- and upper-class people with cars walked straight into that theater without so much as a glance from the several cops surrounding it (except for maybe a hi and how are you, which I can guarantee you the rest of us did not get), deeply bothers me. It also means that I will go back to renting movies and not going to the theater unless it's something I can't bear to wait to come out on DVD. It also bothers me that as a veiled woman in a town of non-Muslims, and as a woman at night, I have to worry about my own safety just to be allowed to go see a movie. When I worked at Jimmy John's, a sandwich shop less than a ten minute walk from my house, my coworkers would force me to let them give me rides because they were terrified something would happen to me while I walked home, despite the fact that I live on a main road that's not too badly lit. It angers me that I don't have the freedom to walk from place to place because I am female and I don't own a car. And now, because I cover. My partner told me the other day that one of the reasons he's uncomfortable that I've begun wearing niqab at least some of the time is because he is afraid someone is going to attack me for it. I have lived here my entire life. I have taken the bus and walked everywhere - day, night, Sunday, whenever - for a long time. This is my home. I am sick of being pushed out of it.

My father would be turning over in his grave, if he hadn't been cremated. I do have some of his ashes on top of my bookshelf. I'm pretty sure they're turning over in their box.

Between Adhan and Salah

Friday, May 16, 2008

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful,

I recently bought one of those mini Creative Zen mp3 players in order to be able to listen to Qur'an and lectures on my way to classes. Alhamdulillah it has improved my Qur'an recitation a lot and helped me to learn better. Because of this I went on a lecture-downloading frenzy and just tonight had the chance to listen to one of the lectures all the way through: Yusuf Idris's "Why Don't You Pray?"

The first line of the first mp3 begins with the statement that when we are born, the first thing we hear is the adhan. I was not born a Muslim, so I did not have this experience, but Alhamdulillah the adhan is one of the first things that I heard upon reverting. It goes on to say that when we die, the last thing that is said over us is the funeral prayer. So our lives begin with adhan and end with salah; our whole lives are lived between adhan and salah.

This lecture was especially powerful for me because salah has been one of my biggest struggles as a revert. I have heard from other reverts that I know that it has been difficult as well for them. Many other things have been easy masha'Allah, but salah is something that, although it has become easier, I still sometimes find difficult. When I first reverted, the biggest challenge was learning how to pray. I didn't know any Muslims here and only a couple of Muslims online, one of whom was a new revert herself (and was and still is instrumental in helping me in this deen). So I took to Google. It was frightening. I was terrified to pray and so anxious because everything I read was different and I was afraid I would do something wrong. I still don't even know how to do the prostrations you are supposed to do when you do something wrong in salah! Finally my friend and sister explained the issue of madhhabs to me and once I had chosen a madhhab it was much simpler to find a uniform explanation on the actual method of prayer.

But then, once you've figured out where the feet go and where the hands go and what to say, in horrible, broken Arabic, at which point, it still does not feel like salah. You have learned that you must wash this body part this many times and that body part that many times, but it still does not feel like wudu. For me, although I finally got the technicalities of prayer, it continued to be a struggle because I felt like I just had a mental block against it. One of the issues is that I am disabled, and finding information other than the very general "pray sitting or lying down" on how to pray when you cannot make sujood or you cannot stand is somewhat difficult. Alhamdulillah my sister Khadija, who is teaching me Arabic and tajweed now, finally explained to me what to do when I cannot prostrate (and also when I am in the car or in some other situation when it's necessary to modify prayer).

Somewhere along the way wudu stopped being a long, arduous production of difficulty and technicality and became this amazingly refreshing experience that I could complete even in a couple of minutes if I needed to...now I want to make wudu all day just because it feels so cleansing, not only physically. And finally, blessedly, I began to understand what the saying, "If you take a step towards Allah, he runs towards you," means, when I actually began to look forward to prayer.

Because I reverted only several months ago and much of that time has been spent trying to figure out the technicalities and also broken by not being able to do prayer, I am still struggling somewhat to establish a regular prayer routine and to make it something that is integral to every day for me. I have not, as Shabana Mir writes, yet begun to live my life from prayer time to prayer time, although insha'Allah someday soon I will. Then will come the struggle of, "Ya Allah, how am I going to pray..." without being seen, without being kicked off of the plane, without being fired, without making someone uncomfortable, etc. I have come very far with salah, but somehow I feel that there is always further to travel.

This salah lecture is so powerful for those of us who have had times in our life where we've left salah, even if only briefly, because of the myriad reasons that the dunya gives us to do so. Idris addresses many of the excuses Muslims give for not making salah, as well as detailing the benefits of doing salah and the downfalls of not doing salah. He also quotes much Qur'an and hadith about salah and its importance. One of the things he says in the lecture is that many people, if offered a chance to meet with a celebrity or someone they like, would do so, and would stay as long as they could and not cut short the meeting. But when offered a chance to meet with Allah, five times a day or more, even, we try to get out of it. It feels like an obligation. We try to cut it short. Other people try to get us to cut it short. I am slowly coming to look at it as really being a communal experience Alhamdulillah, and appreciating it as such. Still, though, I mostly appreciate it during the time of the month that I cannot do it, and even though I do dhikr and other things, I can feel the space that is left by the daily prayer in a way that I do not when it is required.

I thank Allah subhanu wa ta'ala for this opportunity He has given us. He wants to communicate with each and every one of us, all day, every day. He cares about our wants and our needs and our concerns. He cares about our praise. I am grateful for salah and insha'Allah I hope that I can learn not to take it for granted.

also posted at Grateful to Allah

Random Things About Me

A meme from Aaminah. Tagging anyone who would like to participate!

1. Last movie you saw in a theater? I can't even remember! It would have only been a year or so ago. I have no mind.

2. What book are you reading? Inside the Gender Jihad and Storytellers, Saints, and Scoundrels .

3. Favorite board game? Monopoly or Scrabble.

4. Favorite magazine? Sisters.

5. Favorite smells? Patchouli.

6. Favorite sounds? Right now, tajweed of Surah an-Nas.

7. Worst feeling in the world? Loneliness. I'm not sure it's the worst, but it's one. It's closely linked to despair for me.

8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up? How long can I get away with sleeping in?

9. Favorite fast food place? I'm not sure I have one. Maybe Zaxby's?

10. Future child’s name? Not sure I will be having any, but I love the names Inaya, Noor, Suhayla, Yeshe, and Dolma, for girls, and Ihsan, Riyadh, or Tsering for a boy.

11. Finish this statement. "If I had lot of money I’d..."? Travel a lot. Make Hajj. Go to Egypt this summer, instead of just sitting here praying the money falls out of the sky. Pay off all my debt and my sister's debt, and make sure she and her children are taken care of. Do UVA's Tibetan summer language program. Pay for practice space for the DDC. Get more involved in some kind of charity or volunteer work, since I wouldn't have to spend so much time trying to pay the bills...maybe something with teaching or street theatre. One of my dreams for the last several years has been to run a street theatre for orphans, the homeless, etc. It will probably never happen but I would love to do it insha'Allah.

12. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Sometimes. I have a couple of stuffed teddy bears that are often bedfellows, and many other stuffed animals that I don't sleep with.

13. Storms - cool or scary? Depends. Usually cool, though.

14. Favorite juice drink? Lemonade mixed with iced tea. Or pomegranate cranberry juice.

15. Finish this statement "If I had the spare time I would..."? Do more charity and volunteer work, be more active in local religious groups again, write more, visit my friends more.

16. Do you eat the stems on broccoli? Yes.

17. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice? I do my best not to use dyes or chemicals or anything on my hair, and I love my natural hair color, but I've always wanted bright red hair that looks somewhat natural (a la Amber in Clueless).

18. Name all the different cities/towns you’ve lived in? Tallahassee, FL.

19. Favorite sports to watch? Dance, figure skating, tennis, golf.

20. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you? She is always linking to amazing other sites, so I learn a lot from her blog and am opened up to many new things.

21. What’s under your bed? Er...everything. I live in a student apartment, furnished, and I have a very high bed for storage space, so everything is stored under my bed. Clothes from before my reversion, art stuff, extra house stuff, computer stuff, luggage, cleaning supplies, etc.

22. Would you like to be born as yourself again? I suppose.

23. Morning person, or night owl? Night owl! Insha'Allah one of these days I will master the skill of waking up for Fajr regularly and staying awake...and maybe going to bed at Ishaa, too. But as it stands I usually go to bed around Fajr-time.

24. Over easy, or sunny side up? Overeasy (or scrambled).

25. Favorite place to relax? My room at my partner's house, in front of my computer, my bed.

26. Favorite pie? Sweet potato!

27. Favorite ice cream flavor? Mint chocolate chip.

Links of Interest

The Third Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy is up at the Jaded Hippy!

Does this picture make you angry? - The BBC questions why most hated celebrities are female.

Deen Quest issues a Nafs Challenge, Sunnah or recommended acts to try to do every day insha'Allah (via Aaminah).

The next Muslimahs Speak Up! blog carnival will be held June 14th at the Muslimah. The deadline for submissions is June 8th.

Call for letters for Open Letters, Open Hearts anthology, deadline May 31st (via Aaminah).

The new group blog Grateful to Allah, has opened and is accepting contributers Alhamdulillah!

Call for papers for Feminism for Freaks is still up; the deadline isn't until May 31st, so you have time to get something in!

Izzy Mo's Notes for Paradise.

Umm Layla's Sectarian Garbage: Can We Throw it Out?

So let it start with me. Hi, I'm Sunni. But I promise not to judge you or hate on you because you are Shia. Promise me that you will give me the same respect. I'm not going to front... I think you are a little off about some things, I've wondered if we are even following the same religion when I read books about it from the Sunni perspective and I know you think the same about me... I hope that we can talk about the differences in our interpretations of the religion and try to understand each other better. I hope you know that if you are next to me in the Masjid you can hold your hands to your side as you read Al-Fatiha and I will cross mine on my chest knowing that we are making these gestures with the same intention, the worship of Allah(swt).

Islamic Instapundits

Sunday, May 11, 2008

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful,

Normally I try to stay away from these kinds of posts, as if I had to call this issue out every time I saw it, this is all I would write about. But I was doubly struck today by the issue of having to answer to the Islamic "experts" that keep popping up all over the place.

Edited to add: I've discussed this issue with this person and found out she did not mean it this way, and I definitely accept her apology and that she was exhausted when she wrote the email. So yet again I'd like to reiterate that the following is not directed specifically to her, but I don't want to delete it because I think it stands as a response to the larger issue.

Someone that I have known for awhile and blogged with, and whom I really like and respect in a lot of ways, sent me an email telling me to check out an anti-Islamic post, but not unless I was ready to "give some very critical thought to Islam and hijab." That person will probably be reading this post and I apologize to her if this seems to be directed at her. This post is not meant to offend her, but to illustrate something that's a larger problem, in my opinion: the fact that it's acceptable to insult women who make this their life, and their life's work, by implying that what we do is thoughtless. It's not that I am not willing to read informed, articulate anti-Islamic discussion, particularly (as in this case) by ex-Muslims with, of course, valid reasons for leaving the deen. But at the same time, like many Muslims, I get sick of being referred to Ayaan Hirsi Ali, to Daniel Pipes, to the rest of the list, and expected to answer for that. That is not my Islam. It is like, in my humble opinion, emailing someone like Renegade Evolution and telling her that she needs to read Maggie Hays' work and "critically think about sex work."

I risked most of my support system and friendships in my reversion, since almost my entire support network of friends is Buddhist, including my partner, and I had no idea how they would react. I have no family to speak of. I don't live in an area where there are many Muslims, so I do not have a close Muslim support group here. I am the only woman I have ever seen in real life wearing a niqab; it's even quite rare to see another woman wearing a headscarf here. While I know many people who know my history may consider me a bit flaky, as my conversion to Islam was not the first time I have changed religions, becoming a Muslim meant changing everything about who I am and risking pretty much everything that matters to me. I experienced being marginalized as a feminist before because of my identification as a submissive, but the feminist backlash against M/s is nothing on the mainstream feminist backlash against Muslim women, so that is something else I had to contend with in my reversion. And my own personal evaluation of what it means to be a feminist and whether or not I can even identify as one took many sleepless nights of worry and thought, and still often does. On top of that, putting on hijab is not just putting on a piece of cloth. It is a complete change in one's outlook on life - in one's outlook on the body as well as how one interacts with others and creates personal boundaries. It is completely impossible to cover yourself every single time you walk outside your door, sometimes with niqab as well, and not have thought about it. As much as I "thought critically" about paganism, as much as I "thought critically" about Buddhism, and as much as I still do, becoming a Muslim, I have had to think beyond critically. I have had to redefine my entire life and to come to terms with the possibility of losing a lot of what is important to me.

My point is this: I could not think more critically about Islam if I heard every argument against Islam and against hijab on the face of the earth.

This is not particularly in response to the person who brought this up to me, but it is in response, in general, to the idea that believing, practicing, covering Muslim women must not have thought critically enough about Islam and hijab. We have. We have just come to different conclusions, and these are conclusions that work for us. There are many beautiful, often covering, Muslim women whose work is powerful and liberating, living in both the Middle East and the West, whose blogs I have the blessing of reading (to read some, you might want to check out my previous post). All of them have thought critically about this deen. All of us have to think critically every morning that we wake up and put on our clothes. To merely walk out of the door in a headscarf exposes many of us to othering, marginalization, and discrimination (I have a job interview on Wednesday and I'm already trying to figure out how to best minimize my Muslim identity to make myself more palatable). Every encounter we have, often daily, brings the issue of hijab to our attention. And although we love it, or at least, I do, we do not wear it mindlessly.

Another case of instapunditry came to my attention about thirty minutes after reading this email, when I went to the bookstore to pick up my last book for summer classes. I take pretty much all religion classes now, with a few women's studies classes from time to time, so that's the section I gravitate to in the textbooks, and often I'll buy textbooks for classes I'm not registered for if they look interesting. So I was checking out the other available textbooks for this semester, and two things really bothered me. The first is that for our lowest level introduction class, which is called Intro to World Religions, there were three books: two on world religions and one massive copy of Qur'an for modern world or something like that. The fact that an introductory religion class needs two overall books and then an entire third of textbook space devoted wholly to Qur'an is just...wow. There are no words. Not to mention it's a massive, non-mainstream translation. I didn't have the heart to open it, but it bothers me that Intro to World Religions has become World Religions + Islam Instapunditry 101.

The other thing that bothered me is our former department director has his specialty in just war theory, particularly in Islam, and has written at least one book on the subject. He's teaching a class this semester on just war, and almost all of the books are Islam-related; particularly focused on the War on Terror. Some of the books look like the kinds of Islamic instapundit books you see on political studies shelves at Borders these days, which bothered me a bit. This isn't a commentary on his teaching in particular; he's an excellent scholar and writer, far more qualified than me or pretty much anyone I know, so I cannot criticize him in that area. But it scares me that the coverage of Islam we have is dwindling to several Islamic Instapunditry classes versus, like, one actual history or textually based class (such as the Muhammad and Qur'an class I'll be taking in the fall, which will look at primary texts). And this when we only have one full-time professor of Islam, which we share with three other departments, and a couple of other professors who sort of teach Islam on the side (of religious law) or teach it in other departments (like women's studies). It worries me that we spend more time teaching about whether or not Islam is the root of all the world's problems than teaching about what Islam actually is, which disenfranchises Islamic studies vis a vis Christian studies, Buddhist studies, Judaic studies, or any other form of religious studies.

I just had to share this because I was reminded recently of the way in which other groups of feminists have been approached and I am continuously bothered by the way in which Muslim women and Muslim feminists are approached about the subject of Islam (Izzy Mo has two great articles about this problem here and here). And I love my religion department and put my heart and soul into it, so although my academic specialty is Buddhism I feel it's necessary to look at the problematics of how we are approaching the study and teaching of Islam.

Blindsided.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

I am up too late washing clothes and spending an inordinate amount of time obsessing over designs and such, trying to convince myself to go to bed, and rapidly losing the substance of an earlier blog post that - I promise - was, like, award-winning, because I am so tired. Maybe I'll write it anyway. Where was I? Oh, yes, so I'm sitting here attempting to unglue myself from the computer and I happen to click over to Lina's and see this, which made my...almost-Fajr-time! I've seen these little stickers on people's blogs before and always wondered what it was about. I feel so blessed that people enjoy reading my ramblings. I think I'm supposed to pass it on, so here goes...

To Lina, who gave me this...because she opened me up to a whole world of literature on feminism and sexuality that I would not have otherwise found; because she is always eloquent and relevant; because she is such a warm and open person, a friend and guide in my brave journey into the blogosphere (and carnival-land); because she understands what it's like to be a religious studies academic; and because she quotes Tennyson...on a regular basis.

To Amira of that darn mozlem...for the kind of journaling that I have always admired but never quite been able to capture. She was one of the first Muslimah bloggers I began to read after reverting and one of the first to befriend me as well.

To Saha for beautiful writing that opens up the heart and mind, for always being able to illustrate (literally! in pictures!) her point perfectly.

To Umm Zaid of Sunni Sister...do I really need to explain this one? Another whose words should be required reading, in my humble opinion. She covers so much ground in her posts and reading her blog is a constant learning experience.

To Abdur Rahman...this blog is a recent find for me but has become a beloved guide in my journey into Islam.

To Baraka of Rickshaw Diaries, who is a fountain of inspiration.

To Aaminah of Writeous Sister Speaks for asking the hard questions, with grace.

To Professor Black Woman...I stopped reading mainstream news a long time ago. There are a few blogs, news-related, academia-related, Islam-related, and others, that I find so much more informative about this dunya. This is one. Not only is her writing in and of itself amazing, but her blog is another constant learning experience.

Some of these people may never find this post and I'd be shocked if all of them haven't been given this before, honestly. But there is a reason I read them every time I get a chance, and this is an opportunity to acknowledge that.

Sunday Scribblings: Family

Sunday, May 4, 2008

i do not know how to
breathe into this
rage
overwhelming
overstand this:
your abandonment means
everything; you
are no longer flesh
/blood, but a memory
and i have enough of my own -
leave your platitudes.

Sunday Scribblings, "Family" prompt - a poem.

Alhamdulillah

Today was my second Arabic lesson. I am about a third of the way through learning the alphabet and have finally worked through the proper pronunciation for Surah al-Fatihah masha'Allah! We've gone through the pronunciation of the whole surah but I haven't quite mastered it yet. Insha'Allah I will be able to learn another surah and the rest of my salah prayers so that I don't feel like I'm butchering the language during salah...at least not so much.

I was hoping to write a bit more but realized I don't have much to say and I am exhausted after catching up on reading blogs! I have also found several new sites to check out alhamdulillah. I did wear niqab out in public for the first time today (yesterday now actually - it's 2:41am), which was an experience. It wasn't uncomfortable as I'd expected, although I did order some niqabs from hijabgirl (thanks to Aaminah's blog recommendation) so insha'Allah those will be better for daily wear. The one surprising reaction was someone asking me if I was doing it as a joke. I was like, "No." "No?" "No." And that was that. I realized later that it might have been beneficial to, you know, elaborate, but the question took me by surprise and I was grocery shopping so I just sort of wandered on. It's not something I think I'm ready to do every day yet, but I am looking forward to wearing it more often.

Recent posts of loveliness
Baraka (Rickshaw Diaries) on family and nurturing; "If you're going to do this Islam thing" and "Democracy Now" at other|matters; Umm Yasmin on conversion and proselytization; speaking out about the dangers of "health" and "anti-obesity" initatives at Junkfood Science; "Children Make Life Normal" at Nzingha's Soapbox; what makes a professional poet at Knocking from Inside; Feministing covers the recent outing of gay students by a Memphis high school principal; Laura Collins (Eating With Your Anorexic) questions whether we should avoid life-affirming processes just because we can; and a beautiful poem from Bits and Pieces.

I am already tired of May...

Friday, May 2, 2008

...and I don't like coming up with titles for my blog posts. May is an in-between time for me right now. I am still in between jobs, although insha'Allah I will find one soon with not too much trouble (I hope, I hope, I really hope!). I am in between semesters; classes start again on May 12th. I am also in between therapy sessions, since individual sessions are really limited now and group therapy only runs during class, so it doesn't start again til the 12th. And although we may have one or two Tibetan classes, I'm in between that, too, essentially, because my teacher is moving to Korea soon. May is also in between spring and summer here, so some days it's unbearably hot, other days it's just mildly hot, and some days it's actually cool enough to be bearable. And some days, like the past couple of days, it is beautiful, and then some days I get up the courage to go swimming and it rains as soon as I get in the pool. My days right now are lazy; except for doctors' visits and job searching, they have basically no structure, which is lovely and gives me time to relax and work on Tibetan and now Arabic as well (Alhamdulillah), but I am ready for classes again.

A couple of interesting "othering" experiences happened to me yesterday. I was waiting for the bus with a friend (who is male, white, looks like your average Protestant of Northern European ancestry, etc.), and I was dressed fairly conservatively although not, like, all in black in an abaya or anything (I was wearing a bright blue jilbab and blue shayla). My friend is not from here and doesn't know his way around. This guy (white, older) stopped and asked us where the nearest open restaurant was - only he directed his question specifically at my friend and refused to speak to me or look at me at all, even when I started answering his question. My friend had to say, "Why don't you ask her? She lives here," before he would even acknowledge my existence, and then he spent more time commenting on my clothing and that he was surprised that I have blue eyes than actually listening to me answer his question or taking anything I said seriously. It was really strange. I have experienced being spoken over for both being young and being female before, and at a couple of shops I've had people (when they aren't avoiding me because of how I'm dressed) practically mow me over in line like I'm invisible or something...but I have rarely experienced this just total, complete feeling of not only being overlooked but being purposefully ignored - and I think what bothers me is I felt like a lot of it was because I am female, not just because I am wearing "Muslim" clothing.

The other thing happened on our way home when we were at the bus station; I have taken the city bus here since I was about 9 or 10 years old. One of my uncles also retired from 14 years of working for the city bus system. So there are a lot of riders that I have seen around for years and years but never really spoken to all that much, and several drivers whom I've also seen for a long time. One of the other bus patrons that has probably been taking the bus since before I first started and whom I've seen pretty regularly walks up to us and without any ado begins telling me how he's been to all these Middle Eastern countries. Then he asks me where I'm from. I'm like...I'm from here! I'm from Tallahassee! And he gives me this really strange look. This is a man who has probably seen me at least once a week for the last ten years - even if he wasn't really paying attention, I mean, once a week for like ten years, you'd think he'd at least notice. Put a scarf on my head and I'm suddenly an immigrant. Immigration is a wonderful thing, but I already get a lot of crap from people/drivers since I became a college student because all of a sudden I'm supposed to be like those other (non-Tally native, non-normally bus riding, bourgie white with parents who pay for everything) college students, and now I must have just moved to Tallahassee last week. Assumptions really amaze me sometimes. And these are people who, if they haven't really talked to me that much, have probably seen me around for the last decade or so.

Good news - I had my first Arabic lesson today Alhamdulillah! And now I should go to bed so I can stumble out of bed in a few hours for Fajr...

Some recent posts you might be interested in:

Kate Swoboda reflects on activism, self-work, and particularly oppression and privilege.

Lina has a collection of articles and blogs on the suicide of "DC Madam" Deborah Jeane Palfrey. Regardless of what your feelings on sex work are, the fact that this woman was so overwhelmed by the crap she was put through, particularly by the media, that she was driven to suicide, is deeply saddening. I am particularly upset because much of the reason that sex work thrives is because of the demand (this is also much of the reason that, unfortunately, human trafficking thrives as well). And yet although the media gave cursory attention to the many high-profile government and corporate officials who were patrons of Palfrey's escort service, none of them have experienced the absolute condemnation and media terrorizing that Palfrey and others related to this "scandal" have. In my opinion, if anyone should feel guilt or be condemned for their part in this situation, these officials should. But they won't, because they can just move along to another escort service and be more discreet next time; because if a sex work scandal is exposed, the sex workers are the ones whose lives are treated with absolutely no respect. Even if the media likes making politicians look bad, they still maintain at least some distant sense of boundaries and human decency; that does not exist for sex workers in the media. Anyway, regardless of the details of this particular situation, I wish that we would keep this woman in our du'as, and everyone else affected by this scandal - it has also claimed the life of another woman who committed suicide as well. May no more suffering be caused by this insha'Allah. Inna lillahi wa inna ilahi raji'un.

Anxious Black Woman has a troubling and eye-opening post on what happens When Bigots Appropriate Progressive Language.

Still, it is beyond disturbing to think that white supremacists are deliberately taking progressive classes so that they can learn to "talk the talk" while spewing forth the same old hatred. I may be able to change minds, but in accomplishing this task, have I also empowered the hatemongers too?
Travelers on the Path of Knowledge has a lovely little story on following the direction of Allah subhanu wa ta'ala even though we may not always understand it.

Tru3woman has an absolutely beautiful reminder up that all we have is now, something that very deeply touched me, especially where I am in my life at the moment.

In our lives it is very easy to become complacent… this is a subtle complacency. We are constantly on the move, constantly thinking of the next item of business to take care of that we loose sight of what is most important to us: Allah. Our practice of Islam becomes ritualistic, as the minutes, hours and days pass. We find that we have not read the Quran, memorized a Hadeeth or studied the life of the most important person ever to exist. Rather, we continue on and on and on until we start to see our children who are now preteens and wonder were the time went.

 
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