Oh, Internet, How You Lack Info on Male Hijab…

As promised before I became INSANELY busy, I have been researching hijab (the physical aspects. Remember that hijab isn’t just physical even if that aspect is what we talk about on this post only). But NOT hijab for ladies. “But, Amanda, I thought your super-oppressive religion only had rules for women because Muslim men can’t look at anything with lady-bits without sporting pant-timber!” This is incorrect. Just because some countries are “super-oppressive” and aim it at women does NOT mean that women are the only objects of the law. There are LOTS of little things about hijab for men. Did you know that men have rulings on what fabric they can wear? Or what colour? No. Most don’t, because WOMEN DON’T HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION TO THAT. Women don’t have to pay attention to what their garments are dyed with. Men do. If a woman’s garment hangs lower than required out of modesty, she’s fine. A man letting his garment too low is letting his garment be in the fire. If you ask me- MALE HIJAB IS ACTUALLY HARDER!

I’m going to give you some ahadith which explain hijab for men. Yes, some of these will account for both genders, but we have to remember that the aim of this is to remind the brothers what is expected of them as well.

The first thing we should establish is that praying in unlawful clothes is not acceptable.
“Then [the Messenger saaws] mentioned a man who had traveled for a long time. Unkempt and covered in dust, he raised his hands to the heavens (and cried): ‘O my Lord! O my Lord!’ His food was unlawful, his drink was unlawful, his clothing was unlawful, and what he had provided to sustain himself with was also unlawful. How could his invocation be accepted?”" – Muslim
It’s pretty safe to say that if you’re not doing what you’re supposed to be doing, your prayer isn’t acceptable. But figuring out what IS takes quite a bit of work (and I really hope to be taking a lot of that work off of some of you guys. Or even some of you single Muslimahs trying to raise boys in a society that focuses on YOUR dress over theirs.

Next- don’t be distracting. This applies to both men and women here:
Reported by Aisha, RA- “The Apostle of Allah (peace be upon him) once prayed wearing a garment having marks. He looked at its marks. When he saluted, he said: Take this garment of mine to AbuJahm, for it turned my attention just now in my prayer, and bring a simple garment without marks.” – Abu Dawood 4041
This ahadith doesn’t say you have to wear boring clothes. Just remember that if you have one of those “WOW” patterns, it’s going to distract you and, potentially, others who may be praying.

Remember to be grateful for your clothes. Al-Nahl 16:81 “And Allâh has made for you out of that which He has created shades, and has made for you places of refuge in the mountains, and has made for you garments to protect you from the heat (and cold), and coats of mail to protect you from your (mutual) violence. Thus does He perfect His Grace unto you, that you may submit yourselves to His Will (in Islâm).” To remember that you are and have nothing without Allah is a cornerstone of faith. And many men and women forget this aspect of clothing. There are duas, for both genders, which allow you to be clothed and uncovered to those whom you don’t want to see you.
*Dua for putting on clothes- Alhamdu lillaahil-lathee kasaanee haathaa (aththawba) wa razaqaneehi min ghayri hawlim-minnee wa laa quwwatin. (Praise is to Allah Who has clothed me with this (garment) and provided it for me, though I was powerless myself and incapable.)
*Dua for putting on NEW clothes- Allaahumma lakal-hamdu ‘Anta kasawtaneehi, ‘as’aluka min khayrihi wa khayri maa suni’a lahu, wa ‘a’oothu bika min sharrihi wa sharri ma suni’a lahu. (O Allah, praise is to You. You have clothed me. I ask You for its goodness and the goodness of what it has been made for, and I seek Your protection from the evil of it and the evil of what it has been made for.)
*Invocation for someone who has put on new clothes- Tublee wa yukhliful-laahu ta’aalaa. (May Allah replace it when it is wom out.)
*Dua for removing (taking off) clothing- Bismillâhilladhi lâilãha illâhü (In the name of Allah, apart from whom there is no Lord. (al-Nasai)

Now… to you. Yes, you. The one that has on those shabby clothes that make it appear as if you’ve been wrestling every rabies-mad dog in town. No, not you… Allah places no blame on the person who can’t afford it… I’m talking to the guy who can afford it and instead chooses to dress up like Frumpzilla. You DO realise you should look nicer, right? Where’s my proof??? How about here-
Ibn Abi al-Ahwas said: I came in shabby clothes to see the Prophet and he said: “Do you have money?” I said yes. He said: “From where does your money come?” I said: “Allah has given me camels and sheep and horses and slaves.” He said: “Then if Allah gave you money and possessions, he likes for you to show it.”
Or what about “al-Khatib al-Baghdadi narrates in his Tarikh Baghdad that one time Abu Hanifa asked a man who was shabbily dressed to stay behind after the others had left from his circle of study. Then he told him: “Lift up the prayer-rug and take the money that is there and buy yourself some nice clothes.” The man told him he was wealthy and had no need of the money. Abu Hanifa said: “Has it not reached you that the Prophet said: Allah likes to see the mark of His benevolence on His servant?”
Or even- `Umar entered upon me one day as I was praying in a single garment and he said: “Don’t you have two garments in your possession?” I said yes. He said: “In your opinion, if I sent you to one of the people of Madina on an errand, would you go in a single garment?” I said no. He said: “Then is Allah worthier of our self-beautification or people?”
In short- quit dressing like some Shabby Abby. Ok? if PEOPLE know it’s not attractive, Allah certainly does too.

Following up on our own Muslim “What Not To Wear” (although we’re not following the advice of Stacy London and Clinton Kelly, we’re using the Prophet’s.. SO much better, don’t you think?) we must also ask you to QUIT dressing like the disbelievers. “But, Amanda, IT’S SOOOOO HARD! Have YOU ever tried to find clothes for Muslim men alone? No one carries anything that looks Muslim!” Well then, quit looking for jeans and tees. Go to the shop where the sisters buy their abayas and you’re BOUND to find a thobe, a dishdasha, a kurta, kufis, etc. And if Phoenix, Az has them, they’re everywhere. “But, Amanda… they’re TOO EXPENSIVE and the only cheap ones I can find are online.” So get one. “They only take credit card! I’m not getting one, that’s USURY!” Visa gift card. Buy one at a grocery store or Walmart. You load on how much you want, they work like a debit card, and can be used online YOU ARE OUT OF EXCUSES! And if I can get stuff online for myself while being dirt poor, anyone else can.
-Imam Nawawi in his Fatawa was asked: “Is there harm for one’s religion and his salat if he dresses other than in the fashion of Muslims?” He answered: “It is forbidden to resemble the disbelievers in appearance, whether in clothing or otherwise, because of the sound and well-known hadiths concerning this; and wearing such clothing makes one’s prayer incomplete tanqusu bihi al-salat.”
Do you need any more than that to know that you shoudn’t be running around in the same clothing as any neighbour you have? Looking different doesn’t necessarily exclude you, but it WILL set you apart in your standards.

Wearing white or green is a good thing. What? You guys were expecting me to tell you about something else that puts you on the naughty list? Don’t worry, I’ll have another few of those next. But for now, consider these about green and white-
-Narrated by Aisha RA- Allah’s Messenger (peace be upon him) was questioned about Waraqah and Khadijah said to him, “He believed in you, but died before you appeared as a prophet.” Allah’s Messenger (peace be upon him) then said, “I was shown him in a dream, wearing white clothes, and if he had been one of the inhabitants of Hell he would have been wearing different clothing.” Al-Tirmidhi 4623
-”I came to the Prophet while he was wearing white clothes and sleeping…” – Narrated by Abu Dharr, Sahih Bukhari 7.717
-”I went with my father to the Prophet (peace be upon him) and saw two green garments over him.” -Narrated by Abu Rimthah, Abu Dawood

Now back to the naughty list things. And pay VERY close attentions to the words. There isn’t a prohibition of wearing red or yellow-red, but it DOES matter what’s used to DYE it. If you’re wearing yellow or yellow-red (aka “orange”) then do NOT get it if it was dyed with saffron. And don’t buy reds dyed with safflower. Also, don’t wear red alone. Feel free to have red and green, red and black, red and white… just not red by itself. Just hear the following ahadith-
Hadith – Narrated Imran ibn Husayn – The Prophet (peace be upon him) said: “I do not ride on purple, or wear a garment dyed with saffron*, or wear shirt hemmed with silk.” – Abu Dawood 4037
- Narrated Abdullah ibn Amr ibn al-’As – We came down with the Apostle of Allah (peace be upon him) from a turning of a valley. He turned his attention to me and I was wearing a garment dyed with a reddish yellow dye. He asked: “What is this garment over you?” I recognised what he disliked. I then came to my family who were burning their oven. I threw it (the garment) in it and came to him the next day. He asked: “Abdullah, what have you done with the garment?” I informed him about it. He said: “Why did you not give it to one of your family to wear, for there is no harm in it for women.”
-From al-Baraa’ ibn ‘Aazib (may Allah be pleased with him): “The Prophet (saaws) forbade us to use soft red mattresses and qasiy – garments with woven stripes of silk.” (Narrated by al-Bukhaari, 5390)
-From Ibn ‘Abbaas, who said: “I was forbidden (to wear) red garments and gold rings, and to recite Qur’aan in rukoo’.” (Narrated by al-Nasaa’i, no. 5171. Imam Albaani said: its isnaad is sahih. Saheeh Sunan al-Nasaa’i, 1068).
-A man passed by the Prophet SAWS wearing two red garments and greeted him with salaam, but he SAWS did not return the greeting.” (Narrated by al-Tirmidhi, no. 2731; Abu Dawood, no. 3574. Al-Tirmidhi said: this hadeeth is hasan ghareeb with this isnaad). According to the scholars, the meaning of this hadith is that the Prophet SAWS disliked the wearing of garments dyed with safflower (the red dyestuff obtained from safflowers), but he had no objection to garments dyed with clay or other substances, so long as it was not dyed with safflower. This hadeeth was classed as da’eef by al-Albaani (Da’eef Sunan Abi Dawood, 403; Da’eef Sunan al-Tirmidhi, 334. He said: its isnaad is da’eef).
The explanation of the last hadith in that safflower dye is prohibited but other reds are ok and with other colours is proof in the next hadith in which he wears a Yemeni garment which is usually striped with black or green-
-The hadeeth of al-Baraa’ ibn ‘Aazib (may Allaah be pleased with him) who said: “The Messenger of Allah SAWS was of average build. I saw him in a red hullah, and I never saw anyone more handsome than him.” (Narrated by al-Bukhaari, no. 5400; Muslim, 4308). *Hullah being the Yemeni garment
-Al-Bayhaqi narrated in al-Sunan: “[The Prophet] SAWS used to wear a red cloak on Eid.” (And of course no one’s going to wear ONLY a cloak…)

You’ve already noticed a couple more things haraam in the hadith, no doubt. Men are also prohibited from wearing gold and silk. It’s perfectly fine for women, mind you. I enjoy my silk shayla wrap and a sister looks beautiful in her gold bangles (she’s asked me if I’d like to borrow them, but I’m allergic to gold… go figure.). There is clear proof as to this. It’s not just gold rings. It’s gold watches, gold cuff links, gold pens… Gold is for ladies (unless you like being the effeminate sort, in which case keep it to yourself there, Da Vinci…)
- Narrated by Uqba bin Amir- A silken Farruj was presented to Allah’s Apostle and he put it on and offered the prayer in it. When he finished the prayer, he took it off violently as if he disliked it and said, “This (garment) does not befit those who fear Allah!” Sahih Bukhari 7.693
-”Do not wear silk, for those who wear it in this life shall not wear it in the Hereafter.” (Reported by al-Bukhari and Muslim. A Similar hadith is reported by them on the authority of Anas.)
-The Prophet (peace be on him) once saw a gold ring on a man’s hand. He immediately took it from him and threw it down saying, ‘Does a person pick up a piece of burning coal and hold it in his hand?’ After the Prophet (peace be on him) had left the place, someone asked the man, ‘Why do you not pick it up and benefit from it?’ He replied, ‘No, by Allah! I shall not pick it up after the Messenger of Allah (peace be on him) has thrown it away.’ (Reported by Muslim.)
- On another occasion, referring to a silken garment, he said, “This is the dress of a man who has no character.” (Reported by al-Bukhari and Muslim.)

“O Children of Adam! We have bestowed raiment* upon you to cover yourselves (screen your private parts, etc.) and as an adornment, and the raiment of righteousness, that is better. Such are among the Ayât (proofs, evidences, verses, lessons, signs, revelations, etc.) of Allâh, that they may remember (i.e. leave falsehood and follow truth).” Qur’an 7:26. But what does that MEAN? What are the “private parts” for men? Hey… I just heard, like, three of you giggle at that question… That’s NOT what I meant! What that means is “What is considered private/not to be seen by others?” It’s from the navel to the knee. Thighs must be covered.
-Reported Muhammad Jahsh, “The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, passed by Ma’mar while his thighs were uncovered. He said, to him, ‘O Ma’mar, cover your thighs, for they are (part of the) ‘aurah.” This is related by Ahmad, al-Hakim and al-Bukhari in Tareekh and in mu’allaq form in his Sahih.
-Reported Jurhad, “The Messenger of Allah passed by me when the cloak I was wearing did not cover my thigh. He said, ‘Cover your thigh, for it (is part of the) ‘aurah.” This is related by Ahmad, Abu Dawud and at-Tirmidhi, who called it hassan, and by al-Bukhari in mu’allaq form in the Sahih.

Another thing that brothers are quick to point out on sisters, but quicker to disobey at the same time, is TIGHT clothing. Skinny jeans look bad on women (if you ever wanted to let people know what a toothpick with a muffin top looks like, wear one) and worse on men (Just… ‘no’). But they still wear them no matter how immodest it is.
-I asked Jabir bin ‘Abdullah about praying in a single garment. He said, “I traveled with the Prophet during some of his journeys, and I came to him at night for some purpose and I found him praying. At that time, I was wearing a single garment with which I covered my shoulders and prayed by his side. When he finished the prayer, he asked, ‘O Jabir! What has brought you here?’ I told him what I wanted. When I finished, he asked, ‘O Jabir! What is this garment which I have seen and with which you covered your shoulders?’ I replied, ‘It is a (tight) garment.’ He said, ‘If the garment is large enough, wrap it round the body (covering the shoulders) and if it is tight (too short) then use it as an Izar (tie it around your waist only.)’ ” Bukhari 1.357

And another thing… What is it with these brothers wearing dishdashas and thobes that hang down to their feet? When I first became a Muslim, I literally called them “manbayas” because I had NO IDEA they were supposed to be different than a woman’s abaya. Why? Because brothers are letting them past their ankle all down to the ground like women let down their abayas. So obviously they look like the woman’s garment! Again, Da Vinci, if you wanna wear women’s clothing, private is the best place for it!
-Yahya related to me from Malik from al Ala ibn Abd ar-Rahman that his father said, “I asked Abu Said al-Khudri about the lower garment. He said that he would inform me with knowledge and that he had heard the Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, say, ‘The lower garment of the mumin should reach to the middle of his calves. There is no harm in what is between that and the ankles. What is lower than that is in the Fire. What is lower than that is in the Fire. On the Day of Rising, Allah will not look at a person who trails his lower garment in arrogance.’ ” Al-Muwatta 48.12, similar narration to Abu Dawood 4082
-The Prophet saaws said, “Have your lower garment halfway down your shin; if you cannot do it, have it up to the ankles. Beware of trailing the lower garment, for it is conceit and Allah does not like conceit.” – Abu Dawood
-I happened to pass before Allah’s Messenger (peace be upon him) with my lower garment trailing (upon the ground). He said: Abdullah, tug up your lower garment. I tugged it up, and he again said: Tug it still further, and I tugged it still further and I went on tugging it afterward, whereupon some of the people said: To what extent? Thereupon he said: To the middle of the shanks (shanks are the part of the leg b/t the knee and ankle).” Sahih Muslim 5200
-I have been ordered to prostrate on seven bodily parts and not to fold back the hair or clothing: the forehead, the nose, the hands, the knees and the feet.” (Related by Muslim and an-Nasa’i.)
The last one OBVIOUSLY applies to men. Prostrating, yes we all get down on all 7, but women are allowed to tie back the hair back (encouraged actually) so that it fits into the scarves we wear. So yet another male-only restriction.

The last thing I’ll touch on for male hijab is the beard. It almost seems like a lost requirement. As women have an order placed on our heads, men have an order placed upon their faces. The Beard is not just some miniscule “well, I don’t really HAVE to do it… it’s not in the Qur’an!”. But these same people will remind the sisters who don’t wear hijab as head-scarves aren’t exclusively mentioned in the Qur’an that the Qur’an DOES order us to follow the Sunnah. I don’t get it and the other sisters don’t either. It’s a massive logical fallacy. But there are clear proofs to the importance of the beard for men.
-The Prophet (SAW) said “I have no connection with one who shaves, shouts and tears his clothing eg. in grief or affication.” -Abu Darda (RA) in Muslim 501
- The Prophet (SAW) says: “Trim closely the moustache, and let the beard flow (Grow).” – Ibn Umar (RA) in Muslim 498
- The Prophet (SAW) said: “Act against contrary to the polythesists, trim closely the moustache and grow the beard.” – Ibn Umar (RA) Muslim 500
- The Prophet (SAW) said “Trim closely the moustache and grow the beard.” – Abu Hurairah (RA) in Muslim 501
- The Prophet (SAW)said: “Anyone who shaves has no claim to the mercy of Allah” Ibn Abbas (RA) in Tibradi

In closing- I think it’s pretty obvious that a woman’s hijab is the most visible in society by today’s standards, but TRUE hijab is genderless. Men have their obligations and so do women. For every person who claims that women keeping our heads covered is difficult, there are just as many brothers who struggle with their beards. For every woman who tries to keep her abaya long enough, there’s a brother trying to let his dishdasha down without letting it go too far. Hijab is a MUSLIM struggle, not a WOMAN struggle. And we ALL need to do better in keeping the practice of hijab (and this statement is a reminder to myself first). But the rumour that women have it harder than men needs to stop. Women may have restrictions on what we can expose, look at all these restrictions that men have on what they can USE. Ladies, I must say that we have the sweeter side of this issue.

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Haters of (Female) Hijab Subconsciously Respect It

Yeah, you heard me right. Haters don’t hate. At least not deep down. “The proof is in the pudding” as my great-grandmother used to say. Allah has given clear signs about what we are and aren’t to do. And there are reaffirming signs to those of us who follow and enforcing signs to those who don’t. I’ll only address one aspect of the hijab today, and only for females wearing hijab (boys, your hijab should be as visible as ours and I will try ASAP to write a post for you about your hijab as well. Please bear with me as I’ve been busy lately.)

Qur’an verse 33:59 states, “O Prophet, tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to bring down over themselves [part] of their outer garments. That is more suitable that they will be known and not be abused. And ever is Allah Forgiving and Merciful.”. This is one of my favourite verses simply because I’ve started to notice a few things. The first one makes the Qur’an seem to have a sociological contradiction (I promise you it doesn’t!). I am abused for wearing hijab all the time. I’m called names, I’m spit at, I’m denied service at businesses, etc. HOWEVER, the Arabic word used for “abused” is a tricky one and without proper knowledge of the Arabic language it’s VERY easy to say “Ha! The Qur’an is wrong!”. In fact, the Qur’an is NOT wrong at all. The type of abuse it speaks of is in the sense of sexual harassment. This is because the word “yuthayna” is used and can mean “abused”, “teased”, “annoyed”, “harassed”, or “molested”. And this is why I say there is no contradiction in the Qur’an here as claimed by people who claim a logical fallacy against Islam in this particular ayah.

While I face a lot of discrimination and harassment in the Islamophobic side of society, I have not been sexually harassed or assaulted since I put on the hijab. I’m called a “terrorist” or a “traitor” all the time, not to mention many vulgar terms which I choose not to repeat on this blog. But the common insults that Westerners throw at women whether the statement is accurate or not have not come up. Since becoming a hijabi, I haven’t been called a “slut”, “skank”, “tramp”, “whore”, or anything else along those lines once. My mother has when we’ve been out together and she wasn’t in hijab, but when we are both in hijab, we NEVER hear those words! Why? Because Allah has promised to keep us from abuse if we draw our outer garments over us. Brothers lower their gaze when we walk through, and even though bigots stare, they do not leer at us and if we make eye contact for a brief moment they almost always avert their gaze as well. I’ve seen a Youtube video (I will not post the link since it contains haraam images. Keep those eyes safe, my friends) where they showed these women walking by in clothing that was barely more than just denim lingerie. The aim of the video was not to record them, but the men WATCHING them. And the camera person asked them questions. These men said they don’t treat women with respect if they don’t dress modestly because there’s a difference between the “b****es” and the “sisters”. What’s this difference? They said it was that a sister will carry herself with self-respect while a b**** wears clothing leaving nothing to the imagination and throws it at you. Obviously when the women were confronted with the footage, they had this pseudo-feminist stuff they were spouting off about how well respected they were. The problem with that was the number of cameras taking photos of them was NOT for the altercation going on, but these were still images (not video) taking shots up their skirts or at their bodies. Does this sound to you like they were being listened to or respected? NO! They were being teased, molested, and abused even though they didn’t know they were. And it’s a shame.

Women who wear clothing in a way that outlines their adornments are logically more prone to harassment. And I use myself as an example again because when I was younger and a non-Muslim, I dressed in a few different ways. I was fairly strict Christian a while and wore hats out even, and then I had a rebellious “atheist/agnostic” phase. Admittedly, it lasted a very short time and I went back to Christianity because I knew there is a God even if Christianity didn’t make sense to me. But then I came to Islam (another thanks to my best friend ever for helping me learn <3 ) and wore hijab. The more modest my clothing, the fewer the vulgar remarks. It's not just the fact that skin is hanging out and people are immature, but it's a matter of self-respect too. If you don't respect yourself enough to keep your parts covered, why should anyone else respect you then? I had a male friend when I was younger who used to say that he and other men were created visually and that they can't help noticing every ounce of skin they see. He went on to joke that it shouldn't be considered sexual harassment to comment on a body part if said body part was exposed (skin showing). Honestly, I think the statement outlines what a LOT of men are thinking because I have also told the "If I can see it, I can comment it" joke to many more male friends and they say they've thought the same exact thing. Ladies, MEN ARE HARDWIRED to be visual! Just like us ladies are hardwired to be less visual and more sensual. We need to take this into account. And no, it isn't your fault that a man harasses you or stares at you. But it IS your fault for giving him something to harass or stare at if you're showing off what Allah commanded us to keep private.

Obviously, some trolls are going to email me through my facebook later to tell me that hijabis are victims of rape too and that non-hijabis don’t deserve to be raped. And I agree. The above verse does NOT justify any kind of violent sexual assault on any woman (or man, child, gay, straight, etc etc *insert your sub-group here*). Actually, it doesn’t really mention it here because it’s SUCH a horrific crime it gets its own specialised texts. Islam takes rape INTENSELY seriously. A person, no matter what they’re wearing, has the right to be safe walking down the street at night, etc. And that’s the truth.

*Subpost- I would like to remind all of you (and firstly myself) that hijab FIRST is a manner of behaviour and SECOND a manner of dress. If you are dressed in perfect hijab but you’re staring at the opposite sex, dating, drinking, dancing, swearing, backbiting, and otherwise behaving badly… That’s not hijab, honey!

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Frankenstein’s Arm- I Now Own It

I’ve been talking forever about needing surgery for my shoulder. Well, it’s FINALLY happened. Insurance cleared, my appointments showed I was finally healthy enough for the procedure, and my schedule was open. So on the afternoon of the 19th, I packed up my bags and headed down to Banner Thunderbird hospital here in Phoenix for the surgery. While as a Muslim woman, it’s good to have female physicians looking at you, it just so happened that my entire surgical team was *gasp* MALE. I admit that I WAS really nervous. Not so much about the surgery, but the IV. And, of course, that being the part I fretted the most about was the hardest part of the whole dang day. It took them 4 different spots to get the IV in. So I’m pretty well bruised up on my left arm (since it was the right shoulder being operated on, they couldn’t put the IV in that side). Luckily, after that I got some cool fluids in my veins. I couldn’t get a cool drink, but the fact my body was getting SOME fluid seemed to make me crave a drink much less.

It was a bit anxiety-filled waiting for the surgery. It was supposed to start at 3:30 but an hour after, I’m sitting there with the IV taunting me and the prophylactic antibiotics turning my gut wondering where my surgeon was. Of course, one female nurse was sitting with me not saying a thing the whole time. I really wished the whole time she would go away. It’s not that I didn’t like her, she was nice. It’s just that the antibiotics were making me nauseous and I’m the sort of person that doesn’t like other people around should my stomach decide to turn itself inside-out. But shortly after, my anasthesiologist, Dr Jordan, came in. He definitely impressed me. Most anesthesiologists have the personality of a toad, but this guy was VERY nice and personable. He was more in tune with the fact I wanted to be left a bit alone than anyone, so he helped people hurry it along with the 900 questions (not literally that many, but they had to verify with me a bunch on what I was doing to check my mental capacity and their own records). My surgeon, Dr Hayman, then came in to visit with me and proceeded to make me a lot more nervous by drawing on me. “We’re going to go in through here and here…” But he also helped me adjust what position I was in on the bed because I was uncomfortable. That’s usually a “nurse job” but he actually cares. I know! A doctor who gives a hoot in this day and age! Finally, it was time for me to go back and I met my nurse, Larry. That’s right, another man. A Muslim woman and my entire surgical team is MALE. I know I pointed that out already, but given that I’d given the hospital prior notice of my religious beliefs, I was a little stunned. However, when I’d first gotten into the hospital and took the mandatory pregnancy test, the female nurses were the ones willing to leave doors open and me standing there with my back end exposed to the world. The men were INCREDIBLY cautious about my modesty. Larry was funny and he knew that I couldn’t see. So he gave a “play by play” of everything going on. They let me keep a blanket over my entire torso on the way back and Larry made sure my hijab cap stayed on under my surgical cap until we got in the OR. So unlike the female nurses, the men respected my hijab entirely.

Of course, I had on this awesomely effective brave face the whole time before surgery. Like “Yeah, I’m not worried. Everything’s fine.” I said that to my fiance, to my best friend, to my mother, to the nurses…. But guess who started getting teary from nerves as soon as the cold air from the OR hit them? *Points to self* This girl… (Fail). So Dr Jordan comes over to me and says, “Let’s get you on the operating table here”. It was this weird table that they were going to operate on me sitting up. Of course, I had on NOTHING under the gown and it flips open in the back. I got all embarrassed and even more anxious. The doc’s answer? “This is going to sting a little…” Of course, I asked what it was even though I knew. “Versaid”. I was really nervous at that point as they were sticking all sorts of monitors to me. Then suddenly… The whole world became HILARIOUS. Not just a little funny… but “This is the best comedy I have ever seen in my life” hysterical. I remember the doctors and nurses kind of giggling with me, but I don’t remember much more. I know I had a moment of clarity as they were giving me the anesthesia because I got nervous again and Larry was holding the oxygen mask on my face with one hand and holding my hand with the other. He was definitely in tune with the fact that I get clingy when I’m scared. I can appreciate that. As I was going under, I remembered Ayat-ul Kursi. That’s the only thing I could think of. Just reciting that to myself over and over again. And it was surprisingly calming.

The next thing I knew- My throat was scratchy, I couldn’t move my arm without intense pain, and lights were too bright. It was already OVER. I didn’t feel so good though. And after that, I was waking up again with penlights in my eye. “Amanda? Are you awake? Can you understand me? Your surgery is done, but you’ve had a seizure. We need to check a few things before you go.” Of course, I’d kinda tugged a bit at the stitches, but it all looked ok. About 3 hours, 2 cups of ice, 3 glasses of apple juice, and a glass of water later, I was ready to go home. Usually I have a lot of trouble breathing after surgery, but praying beforehand must’ve had some affect because for the first time after a surgery, my oxygen levels were just fine. I don’t remember much, but I know I went to my gran’s. I know I had a lot of pain and I remember my fiance and best friend were both on the phone with me at some point and I know I cried on both of them (sorry!). But about what… not entirely sure. I think it was the pain. Luckily, I’m over here at my grandparent’s now and everything is healing smoothly. Unfortunately a lot of my pain medications were “mysteriously vanished” during the time I was under anesthesia so I’m kind of recovering WITHOUT a lot of pain control, but through prayer and the love of friends and my grandparents it’s all going ok.

I hope that soon I can start writing more relavent issues in this blog, but for now, my surgical experiences are all I can share. As for the title of this blog entry… It pretty much feels like they replaced my whole arm. It kinda just sits there like it’s not my arm. It’s so weird.

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Crimes of the Khutbah- There’s a Reason Jumu’ah Etiquette is on Decline

One pitfall I’ve noticed Muslim religious leaders fall into the same as any other religion is the tendency to be complimented on one particular topic… And then they work that topic over so many times you start feeling a sense of deja vu every Friday. And soon after that, people quit listening, the Jumu’ah etiquette goes out the window, and people get this look on their face short of rolling their eyes like “Yeah… you beat that dead horse. I’ll just daydream here and try not to fall asleep before the actual Salah starts…”

Why is it so hard to come up with a new topic? I know sometimes I have trouble figuring out what to write, but I’m a Muslimah only a year in and I barely get out. But when I DO venture out for a day I am so inspire with what I want to talk about because there’s ALWAYS an issue which needs to be addressed. I’m not saying this like a “haraam police” person. I’m not saying have every khutbah where it’s like “OMG don’t do that! You people are so horrible and YOU’RE ALL GOING TO HELL!” No. Sometimes I see issues which should be addressed because it’s so GREAT. People quit listening to authority for a variety of reasons. It could be because the imam of the group has found a comfort zone in the same 5 or 6 topics and people are bored. It could be that the topic at hand doesn’t really apply to the group (I’m pretty sure I can avoid Diwalli and Holi celebrations on the streets here just like South Asians do just fine not celebrating “the Fourth of July”). Or people could quit listening to the khutbah attentively because it’s always about things the imam has seen ‘certain members of the community’ doing wrong. That last one is the one that about kills me. I go in and hear some berating and then go to the next week and hear some berating… Seriously, tell us what we’re doing right occasionally or we’re going to think you’re a pompous jerk who doesn’t see anyone but themselves doing anything right. I know that’s what people are thinking because sisters talk. I’m sure the brothers may too, but I don’t go to the brothers’ side. But I know I went to a masjid downtown once to see what it was like and the sisters all seemed disheartened or disinterested. I heard people saying things like, “Just ignore half of what our imam says. The only person’s behaviour he shows any approval of is his own.” THAT IS NOT HOW YOU WANT YOUR CONGREGATION TO SEE YOU!

When people are more focused on attending Jumu’ah because it’s a routine or because it’s fard upon them (men) rather than enjoying the time to learn, it starts to show. People start showing disregard to others or the imam in the masjid by their behaviour, people start acting up in the community, and things go a bit downhill. I went to a masjid for 4 weeks in a row and they covered the SAME topic for 3 of them. The first time people listened. The second people started to drift. The third contained the most deplorable behaviour by the Ummah in a masjid that I have ever seen. Especially by the women (not joking, I think this may be partly why women dominate the populations of Hell. We definitely get defiant quicker than our male counterparts). People talked the whole time. Through the khutbah and even the adhan. I heard people playing video games on their phones. They didn’t even bother to take the sound off! I saw people allowing children to scream and there was plenty of gossiping on each side. While this behaviour is never acceptable, I must admit that I’d heard the same ahadith and ayaat SO MANY TIMES in 3 weeks that I was tempted to talk as well. And I definitely daydreamed a couple times, regretfully.

I wish imams and religious leaders would go out and do more things with the community. I realise “you have families too” but WE DIDN’T CHOOSE FOR YOU TO BE AN IMAM. YOU chose that. It comes with extra responsibility. You’re our spiritual advisor. If you don’t have time for us “because your family needs you” then STEP DOWN. Let someone who will be more devoted do it. I know that my imam does an impressive job balancing this, so I know it’s not impossible. For granted, I wish there were more community events, but it’s a tiny masjid and not that realistically capable of booking venues or hosting things like others do. But people are still available if and when you need to talk to someone. They make it happen. I’ve heard people say that they can’t get ahold of their imam before. I’ve NEVER waited more than 12 hours for my imam to get back to me. So it shocks me. And people really need that one-on-one time sometimes. Sheikh Google seems to disagree with itself sometimes. So it’s good to have a leader you can actually interact with. And it’s good to see them at an event which DOESN’T revolve around anything specific. Like if someone throws a picnic. It’s easier to identify with an imam you’ve seen in jeans and a t-shirt on occasion than the full garb he wears every khutbah.

The last bit I’m going to hit on is topics. I know, AGAIN. But this is the one I find so important. This blog has stated many places I’m a newer revert. Having only been going to a masjid for less than a year and a half and not even going sometimes due to health, I should be hearing new things all the time. I don’t want every week to be about improving my iman. How can I increase my iman if I’m not being taught the three ‘R’s (rules, rewards, and repercussions)? I love when I hear a khutbah about a whole chapter of the Qur’an (or a series on the chapter for long ones like Surah 2). I really like hearing about topics that are usually swept under the rug. MALE hijab, domestic violence, judging other people’s deen, how to answer people about misconceptions… My all-time FAVOURITE khutbah was an “everyone participate” khutbah. You raised your hand and asked a question you had about something and he gave a mini-khutbah on it. Sisters were asking, brothers were asking, and even the children quit wanting to play and started participating and wanting to answer if they knew something. It got EVERYONE involved. And after the prayer, people ended up staying and CONTINUING it. THIS is what I want at my masjid. Get everyone involved and excited and thinking.

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Are You Trying to Detonate or Are You Just Happy to See Me?

First off, no one’s ever said that to me. Ever. I was just being weird with the title. So no one come to me later like “OMG THE PERSON WHO SAID THAT IS SO MEAN BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH BLAH BLAH!” I’m just playing off what people are probably thinking when they see my epilepsy act up in person.

One thing I have mildly touched on in this blog is my health. I have health issues, obviously, but what do some of them do? And what does that have to do with religion? For one, I’ve had stringent Christians try to have me evicted or get a restraining order because I was exposing them and their family to demons. I kid you not. It’s happened. Because the old Judeo-Christian ideal is that demons are the cause of seizures. However, Muslims are a bit different. While the belief is that SOME seizures are caused by jinn interference, there is a recognition going 1400+ years back that even if some seizures are jinn-induced NOT ALL ARE. You know, because Allah made sure people didn’t freak out every time something happened and leave it up to the overactive imaginations of the people He created. Amazingly, just because someone is affected by jinn doesn’t mean it’s permanent nor does it mean it’ll “get” the people around them. TA-DA! Islam doesn’t include the logical fallacy of “everyone be scared or you’ll die”. Muslims at large are pretty accepting. You’re given tests and there are pieces of knowledge around to help you pass these tests. Question meet Answer. Epilepsy is no different.

Narrated ‘Ata bin Abi Rabah: Ibn ‘Abbas said to me, “Shall I show you a woman of the people of Paradise?” I said, “Yes.” He said, “This black lady came to the Prophet and said, ‘I get attacks of epilepsy and my body becomes uncovered; please invoke Allah for me.’ The Prophet said (to her), ‘If you wish, be patient and you will have (enter) Paradise; and if you wish, I will invoke Allah to cure you.’ She said, ‘I will remain patient,’ and added, ‘but I become uncovered, so please invoke Allah for me that I may not become uncovered.’ So he invoked Allah for her.” (Book #70, Hadith #555)

This is stuff that was happening OVER 1400 YEARS AGO! Yet what sort of things were Christian nations doing to epileptics? They were making them outcasts, they were subjecting them to eugenics (forced sterilisation or disallowing them to marry) even up until the mid-late 1900s, and they were treating them as if they were demons themselves although they may believe that they were afflicted with one and not a demon in full. That’s just nutty. And the stigmas have been around since the dawn of its appearance. Why? Because people reject the truth and take instead the words of mere men with the corrupted words of a book that quit being purely inspired by God within 100 years of its making. Or because they believe in tribal pseudosorcery because it’s “what’s been around them for a long time”. Because people feel safer in their delusions than in the light, which is actually the safest place to be. Even if they didn’t have a faith they should realise there are tons of sciences backing up that this disorder only physically afflicts the one with it. Not contagious. And there are also cures mentioned for ALL disease. One being black seed. I was skeptical at first until I read that black seed naturally produces a chemical which acts as an anti-epileptic.

I went to church after my diagnosis with epilepsy. I won’t say where, but it was a non-denominational church in the Phoenix metro. I’d been on and failed with 2 epilepsy medications and was trying a third, but was still wanting to get my faith back. I had 3 successful attendances before the medication levels reached just under theraputic and caused a seizure. I wasn’t in the church, I was waiting to be picked up. But I remember the looks I got. I had gotten them many times before. The look that called me a freak, disgusting, a child of Satan… And one even told me that harlots harbouring demons should never be allowed in a church. That day in 2009 was my final day in a church. And I lost faith in it. Decided on agnosticism. I held firm onto that belief for a while. Well… for a month. Then I got into a debate on Facebook with a friend and my now best friend, Asad. We’d just met a week before. And he’s going to read this and be like “Why didn’t you ever tell me about that church experience?”. And I’ll have no answer. I honestly haven’t wanted to relive it. But i think the treatment I’ve gotten in that regard deserves the spotlight. Even BEFORE I thought about researching Islam, I noticed Muslims were nicer. I had a seizure on a bus and a guy said “salam” and asked me if I was ok or needed anything. For granted, I spent a week thinking the guy was a Jew with a speech impediment (Shalom?) until I saw “salaam” written on Asad’s wall. And then I realised that I could respect the group a little more than I did at the time.

Fast forward to when I reverted, I was still having seizures, but the difference was that I had become a hijabi. Instead of going out and coming around with paramedics, I had a time when I was thrown to the ground by security and handcuffed. And now I hope my family never reads this because I’ve kept that incident from EVERYONE. I honestly can’t blame the police. They were going on what “onlookers” told them. And standard procedure for someone trying to detonate a weapon is to handcuff and search them. Not their fault that I was unconscious when they got there and wasn’t able to defend myself. This is something I’ve long ago forgiven, but I’m not entirely past the humiliation. Luckily, a couple minutes after they noticed I was having difficulty comprehending everything, the officer there recognised I had a seizure. It’s purely by divine power that one of the responding officers had a nephew with epilepsy and he was able to recognise a postictal state. Well, the alert bracelet also helped quite a bit, lol. People spit at me when they see me twitch, they call me a terrorist, they call me a burqa bomber, they throw things at me, they knock me down… But NOT ONCE have I seen a Muslim with that conduct.

Which brings me to this- When I have a seizure in public (which happens frequently enough that I avoid going out. I don’t have grand mals often but I do have other types which are not easily hidden) I notice help from other Muslims. “Sister, can I get you anything?”. “Sister, do you know this hadith (the one I posted above)?”. “Sister, do you know this dua? It will keep you safe.”. They offer me their seats. If we’re in the masjid, they fetch me a chair. If I’m twitching too much, the ladies block the view from the men so they can remove my scarf so I don’t choke myself. Pharmacists and doctors check on me regularly even though they aren’t my physician or pharmacist. They don’t tell me I shouldn’t expose their family to jinn or demons or look at me with disgust. They realise I have a disorder.

I’m sure people have some other experiences with religion and their epilepsy, but I can only attest to mine. And this has been my experience. My seizures aren’t under 100% control now, but I feel I’m close. And because of everything I’ve been through, I think it’s only right that I let others know. If you’re a Muslim with epilepsy, you’re not alone. Non-Muslim sites like this can help with the basics (types of seizures and first aid) but you should really get involved with the community. If no one’s being up front with having epilepsy, then YOU should be that person to step forward. Trust me, there aren’t many Muslims here but if you start opening up then more will follow. The amount of support you get may surprise you.

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Not All Haters Make Bad Points All the Time

I read Pamela Gellar’s blog for the first time eariier today and was utterly shocked at the amount of hate in there. It was astounding. I’ve heard bits of the things she says in her blog snipped at me as I was walking through the store for some bread, but I’ve never seen someone take THAT much time out of their lives to perpetuate non-facts. Of course, this sort of blogging leads one to immediately think of lunacy. People who ignore facts in order to suit their own delusions are usually the most viscious in their words. She is no exception. But I must say, more than the hate-filled rants, I see that blog as a desperate need to find somethimg. This woman doesn’t want to think she’s part of the problem, part of the group supporting the most killing in the world, so she finds someone else to blame. She’s not scary or evil, she’s pitiable.

That being said, just because someone is a hater doesn’t make them TOTALLY nuts. Even crazy people have moments of lucidity. She had an article hating on halal foods because companies are selling them in markets unmarked where people assume they’re not buying halal meat. As a Muslim, I would be HORRIBLY upset if I found out my halal market was buying mukrooh and selling it as halal (*cough* Open Sesame *cough*). So why should we get our panties in a wad if she says she doesn’t want to eat halal and demands halal meat is marked? In America, we’re blessed to have the freedom of religion. People should feel SAFE in the practice. Even though, as a Muslim, I believe Allah is the one true God, others view Him as an idol or false. They may think of calling the name of Allah in the same way as we view eating something over which, say, the name of Isa or Hermes would be and want to avoid eating it. They have the right to know if something is halal just like WE have the right to know if it’s NOT. SO, I will give Pamela Gellar this point even if I had to pick through a LOT of BS to find any sort of valid point whatsoever.

So far, I wasn’t able to get through more of the blatant lies and hate to try and pick out any more valid points, but I know that there are a lot of things in this community we CAN improve on. I’m not telling you to listen to haters trying to call our beloved Prophet a pedo. No no no, not at all. But if they complain about the conduct of the Muslim community, LISTEN. You might be surprised. I recently heard a complaint from someone about the conduct of Muslim brothers and sisters. The person was spouting hate and I assumed they were trying to just slander the Muslim community to a Muslim in public. Basically, I figured, “this person is trying to embarrass me”. And then a few days ago I ventured into the part of the city where this conduct was supposedly going on and I was shocked to find out this person hadn’t been lying to me at all. I had told the person that Muslims don’t behave that way and dismissed them as a liar. But they were right on that one thing.

My recommendation is that if you hear people talking about “You blah blah! Muslims are blah blah! I hate Muslims blah blah! I was doing x when a Muslim did x and it’s SO UNCOOL! I hate Muslims blah blah blah! You blah blah!” then just try to be calm about it. Recognise that while this usual style of hate speech is almost entirely bs, almost is not 100%. If someone is yelling hate to you, ignore the hatred and TRY to be calm and kind.

My personal resolution* will be as follows: If someone is yelling hate but they ALSO tell me Muslims are doing something, I’m not going to tell them they’re wrong anymore. I may tell them Muslims aren’t SUPPOSED to do it, but like with any religion or group we have to remember no one is perfect. I’m going to give them the benefit of doubt and apologise to them for the brother’s or sister’s actions. And explain how we ARE supposed to behave. If they have made any other false claims about Islam, I will try to answer. But if they’re uninterested, I will leave it as an apology that they feel they were slighted. At worst, they were lying about that happening. BUT good can come from that as well. They will have to think about what happened. They’ll have to remember that not only did they have to LIE about a Muslim wronging them or someone they know but that another Muslim was willing to apologise for something they didn’t do and try to show them extra kindness to make up for it. And if it DID really happen then they will see that we’re not ALL like that. This is, as far as I can see, the best way to handle this sort of bigotry and hate. Another way to help combat this sort of thing is to talk to the Muslim community about the complaints about Muslims you hear. Get people involved in the community and see what we can get Muslims to do in order to better our relationship with non-Muslims in this country. We can’t be snippy with them because of the hate and such. There’s always going to be hate and yelling or calling names back NEVER helps. And we have to remember that a lot of Americans who aren’t educated see us and IMMEDIATELY think of 9/11. Just as many people in the Middle East see Westerners and immediately think of the distruction of their city or home or death of their family. Just keeping all this in mind, we need to remember to be gentle no matter how much you think they just need to be throttled a good one. And believe me, the names I’ve been called I have really wanted to call them some nasty names too. And if this method doesn’t work on someone, the solution is simple- MOVE ON! Don’t say anything back, don’t be rude, just pretend they’re invisible if that’s the best way to keep you out of trouble. And make duas for all these people to be guided.

I would like to take this paragraph to remind people that I am NOT a scholar or a psychiatrist. I am just a person who tries to do things as I learn them. And compared to born and raised Muslims my knowledge may not be so high. I encourage you all to consult a sheikh on any issue you take in this post or any question. I made this post as a personal opinion piece about hate and how I think would be a good way to help remedy the situation a little bit and give a good impression. I will try to further research ahadith or Qur’an about the advices for this that they have, but this post is all me and I pray that no sin is caused by it.

*Resolution- I realise it’s January, but this in no way is related to a New Year’s Resolution at all. As you know, New Year’s was started as a day to commemorate the Roman god, Janus. This makes celebrating or partaking in the traditions a following of pagan ways which are expressedly forbidden to us. HOWEVER, as Muslims we are encouraged to make resolutions to our lives in order to better ourselves. It’s just that we don’t know when we’re going to die, so these resolutions should be made and implemented the very day that you are enlightened by a hadith or ayat in a way to better yourself. I hope this clears up the use of this word in this post for those of you who may have been confused by it.

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Random Musings and Updates

It’s the day after Christmas, not like I celebrate it anyway. But it’s always good to acknowledge the arising issues of the season if you have Christian family or even if you have a few Christian friends. Unfortunately, while it is the “season of peace” to some, it can be a season of trial if you live in a country which feels threatened by your existence. Often, I get questions from family and strangers on the street about how Muslims relate to this time of year.

“Why don’t you say ‘Merry Christmas’?” I don’t say it because I don’t celebrate Christmas. You don’t wish me an “Eid Mubarak” nor do you respond to me when I say it. Why, therefore, do I have to then acknowledge or show acceptance of your holidays? The celebration of Christmas is a Christian holiday in which people celebrate the birth of Isa (Jesus) as the son of God. Since the belief of Muslims is that Isa was a prophet and not the offspring of God, we find it to be blasphemous. And saying “Merry Christmas” to you or in response to when you say it to us is like us telling you, “Hey, we’re totally ok with you blaspheming a beloved Prophet and attributing partners to God, which is one of the worst sins you can commit.” OBVIOUSLY, while we tolerate ths season and are not going to interfere with your practise of it, we aren’t going to actively show ACCEPTANCE of it. And, yes, there’s a difference between tolerance and acceptance.

“But, Amanda, you used to respond to us when we said it last year. Isn’t it hypocritical of you to suddenly change now?” Not at all. Being a Muslim for 3 months does not automatically make me an expert in all things Islamic. The fact that I responded last year was a product of simple lack of understanding. I was focused on learning how to pray properly. And when you’re trying to memorise something both in your own language AND one which is foreign to you, you don’t necessarily realise there are ther things which you need to learn right away. I had no idea there was an etiquette to responding to Christian holidays at the time. Ignorance is not the same as hypocrisy. And over the course of a year, one learns a lot.

“If you don’t say ‘merry Christmas’ to people, then how do you keep from looking like a jerk?” Simple, instead of saying, “And merry Christmas to you too!” I say “hello”. It’s still a response, but not a religious one.

“What if you have Christian family and they want you to come over for the holidays.” As long as you aren’t participating or encouraging the rituals then there’s nothing wrong with spending time with your family. Especially if you don’t get to see them all together except for one part of the year. You can eat with them, talk, accept gifts (don’t buy any… you can gift them during either Eid if you’re that worried about receiving without giving), and enjoy each others’ company. Just don’t decorate the tree, pray in the name of Jesus before dinner with the rest of the family, or shirk on your duties. Remember, the 5 daily prayers don’t stop for non-Muslim family days.

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My personal experience with Christmas this year was fairly interesting. A lot of people I see on a regular basis when I walk across to the store switched their behaviour with me around. The ones who had been rude before were suddenly way too nice and “concerned for my soul” in a way which made them think it was good to give me tons of pamphlets wanting me to convert to Christianity. Also, some who had formerly been nice to me would glare at me as if I was a heathen because I wasn’t Christian. I had many call me names who had formerly acted as if I was their dear friend when they saw me. But as much as that kind of thing bothered me in the past, this year it was nothing to me. I’ve learned that most people are your friend out of convenience. I am quite convenient to people in this complex. Thus I accept kindness and disregard rudeness and bigotry. It’s the easiest method.

Ignoring that, I had a chance to visit with family for “Christmas Eve/Christmas Day”. It was a boring night the 24th, but the 25th was somewhat interesting. The whole house was asleep when I woke at 6am for Fajr. And they continued to sleep until almost noon thanks to my cat yowling all night, lol. Fresh cinnamon rolls and souffle were breakfast/lunch. Of course, then there were movies about Christmas. I preferred not to partake, so I spent the time sitting with them while reading a book on how to speak Urdu instead. I was still there for the talks, but I didn’t have to suffer through “It’s a Wonderful Life” for the 9000th time this life. Gifts were opened at 3pm. My grandmother said she got us abayas and hijabs (for Christmas…. I thought that was hilariously ironic) and said that it was the “Arab’s fault it’s not here on time”. I was a bit stunned. Especially given the abayas are made by a California-based company…

On the topic of gifts, since the family isn’t that religious, it almost seemed about presents more than religion. Which was nice. My aunt felt her baby move for the first time and a lot of the gifts revoled about the baby and my getting engaged. So it was almost like a mini baby shower/bridal shower. I would be lying if I said I was totally happy about that. I’m excited for a new member of the family, but not thrilled about the manner of existence. She’s not married and it was IVF from a donor. To me, it’s less of a gift of a child from Allah and more of a science experiment. Allah made a specific way for a child to be created. And I think a child needs to have 2 MARRIED parents before coming into the world. Of course, if I expressed this to them I would be talked down to as the religious zealot, but these are Christian-by-default people. Even Christianity agrees with me here. It’s not just a rule for Islam. I remember thinking about this quite a bit as I was opening little trinkets to celebrate my engagement. My brother had a child out of wedlock too (whom he abandoned…My family seems to have a trend…). I thought about all the other family members who were born or conceived/had kids out of wedlock. I just kept thinking the whole time how grateful I am to Allah that He gave me the knowledge and foresight to get married before having children. And I plan on raising them to follow His path as well. And the thought of potential new life coming the Islamic way was warming. I’m positive I looked bipolar the whole time… Filled with worry and disapproval, but also hope and happiness. But I experienced all those emotions while I was there. I was really hoping my whole family could web-cam chat with my fiance and his family, but it didn’t come to be. BUT I did get to talk on the phone. My best friend became ill (Poor Asad.. :-( <3 …) BUT we did have a chance to talk and laugh… So ups an downs. Just like any other day.

I can’t think of anything else relavent to say, so I shall end this post here. Hope all of you have safe New Year coming up. I realise we don’t celebrate that either, but many do and with copious amounts of alcohol. So avoid the roads if you can.

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Bloggational Resuscitation

Yes, I totally just made a play off of CPR. But this blog needs the electronic equivalent because I’ve been practically letting it die for the past month or so… And for that, I apologise. Especially to the people who worked so hard helping me get this blog up and running in the first place.

Things have been insane. You’ll notice the decline in blogging activity directly correlates to when I got engaged (lol, I almost typed out “married” the first time. It’s all over, I’ve completely claimed him now. So, like… eyes off, ladies, he’s mine.). But yeah… Got engaged, turned 25, been trying to get surgery scheduled for my shoulder due to a seizure accident that happened in JULY (before Ramadan even, so UGH), and things have been otherwise insane especially since there’s talk of me moving to another country. In another hemisphere. On another continent. And stuff. And when they’re not insane, they’re lazy. I admit it… I’ve been a tad lazy. I haven’t been going to Jumu’ah as much (been preferring to pray here and read tafsir on my own… being in pain makes me INCREDIBLY anti-social) and when I have, I’ve been a bit on the side of “meh, I can write about what I learned later”. Least. Productive. Usage of time. EVER.

ANYWHO, I figure that I should get back to blogging properly as soon as I can. Maybe I’ll find out from non-Muslims what they want to know, I can talk about it with imams, friends, fiance, etc and get back to you guys. And you people know I’ll get it done if I have to… I can be pretty assertive (read as ‘borderline aggressive”). I just need to find an issue to captivate me or something to tweak my nerves enough to send me to rant-mode.

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Dawah- Because You Never Know Who’s Listening

One idiotic thing I’ve always seemed to do is base the value of my blogs and writings on the number of comments or “likes” it gets. But that’s not a good way to look at it. I don’t always “like” what I read even though I genuinely enjoyed reading it and got use out of it. The same thing applies to Dawah. This is something I should’ve figured out long ago. Not because I read body language well or something (and actually I do) but because I have this sort of rebellious spirit that a lot of people have. I have a deep need to be independent and free spirited and discover it all on my own. I hate people having to TEACH me. Because, dang it! I can teach MYSELF. But it doesn’t mean that when someone is trying to teach me I’m not listening. Actually, when I’m being the most rebellious, I’m probably listening the hardest. The gears are turning and the cogs in the machine are pumping away. Sometimes, the person screaming the loudest against a matter is listenin the most closely to the gentle voice in the corner.

That’s how I accepted my first bit of dawah. Practically kicking, screaming, and making a point out of trying to make every ounce of it that I could seem utterly ridiculous. But even though I didn’t agree with it at the time, the rules of the internet stood strong- “What has been seen cannot be unseen.” And I’d already seen the text. And having seen it already, it stuck in my mind. Because, even if I could force myself to believe SOME of it was ridiculous, some logic just can’t be fought off. And anyone with half a brain that’s heard some of the sciences of the Qur’an and the logic behind Tawhid had to realise the accuracy of it.

Later on down the line, I quit using this blog so much as a diary of sorts to keep track of what I learned, but as a place for me to talk to myself, in a sense. I could use it to figure out what I was learning, to muse on what other Muslims were saying, and also to spread Islam to people who maybe hadn’t learned that bit yet. But I’m only human. And, as stated before, I put stock in the worth of this blog by how many “likes” it was getting rather than placing importance in the content in the blog. This blog doesn’t just talk about what’s in my mind… It explains how I feel and believe down to the very pits of my soul. Come Judgement Day… the contents of this blog are going to be written on my soul as part of the story of how I lived my life, believed, and invited others to the path. This blog IS, in a sense, my own personal way of giving Dawah. I’m too shy, too subconscious about my appearance, and entirely too submissive in my real life mannerisms to stand on a box and preach my lungs out to a crowd. I can’t do that. But I CAN use my words on the internet where no one can see me up close. Where my heart is protected from any disapproving glance I may get. And my lack of “likes” and comments proved a temporary Kryptonite.

Why continue a blog if no one cares about what you say enough to tell you it was any good? Most of my posts are either devoid of comments or commented on by close friends who I’m entirely convinced read my blog only because they know me and probably just skim at that… And then this morning happened. A message in my facebook from a sister who actually had to check out the info of this page and then seek me out in a search… A message saying that I had helped and given her someone to relate to being a new American Muslimah. And I remembered why I decided to take the direction that I did. I wanted to help others learn WITH me. It’s not me preaching to others and looking for a “yay teacher”. I’m not looking for students. I’m writing this for PEERS. People just like me! Or people who are on the same path I’ve been on. Just other people…

I’ve given one-on-one dawah to non-Muslims before and it felt good to encourage someone to learn. But giving dawah to a Muslim also feels pretty good. I’ve been shot down by other Muslims before saying that I can’t give Dawah until I understand more about Islam… But it’s our DUTY as Muslims to do so. “The Prophet SAW has said: “Convey (my teachings) to the people even if it were a single sentence.” ” – Sahih Bukhari Book 4, Vol 56, Hadith 667. In other words- SHARE WHAT YOU KNOW!

I must say that there IS a proper order to Dawah though. “The Messenger of Allah SAW sent me (as a governor of Yemen) and (at the time of departure) instructed me thus: You will soon find yourself in a community one among the people of the Book, so first call them to testify that there is no god but Allah, that I (Muhammad) am the Messenger of Allah, and if they accept this, then tell them Allah has enjoined upon them five prayers during the day and the night and if they accept it, then tell them that Allah has made Zakat obligatory for them that it should be collected from the rich and distributed among the poor, and if they agree to it don’t pick up (as a share of Zakat) the best of their wealths. Beware of the supplication of the oppressed for there is no barrier between him and Allah.”" – Sahih Muslim Book 1, Chapter 5, Hadith 27. Basically, you can’t invite people to Islam if you can’t convince them that there is only ONE God. Of course, this makes COMPLETE sense. If a kid is raised by just his mother for 5 years and suddenly his dad shows up and starts telling him to pick up his socks… he’s probably going to go, “You can’t tell me what to do! YOU’RE NOT MY DADDY!!!” Well… you have to convince them of it before he’ll obey him! Same with Allah. If you can’t convince someone that Allah is One, then you’re not going to be able to convince them that anything you do throughout the day in worship of Him is relavent and they’re not going to follow Islam. Not the goal. At all. More like the “Aw Hell” response you give yourself for massively epic fails that you’re trying to avoid, actually. Wait… you don’t say that to yourself?… Just me?… Aw Hell…

Seems kind of intimidating, right? Giving public dawah scares the heck out of me. Not because I don’t believe what I say, but because groups of people staring at me disapprovingly makes me extremely anxious. Some people are like that. But you DO have to get over it to some extent. I know, I know… seems DAUNTING and frankly kind of mean put that way… But Dawah is Fard (obligatory) among ALL Muslims. Read Surah Al-Asr. “By the Time.
Indeed! Man is in a loss.
Except those who have faith and do good works and encourage one another to Truth and encourage one another to patience”

Encouraging one another to TRUTH. Islam is the Truth that is meant there, obviously. And why is this important? “Verily, those who conceal the clear proofs, evidences and the guidance, which We have sent down, after We have made it clear for the people in the book, they are the ones cursed by Allah and cursed by the cursers.” Qur’an 2:159 is pretty clear. And “Whoever hides knowledge, Allah will brand him with the branding iron from the hellfire.” – Ahmad doesn’t make it any less imperative.

Those two bits of text prove that not only are we to give Dawah, but there are punishments if we don’t. As scary as being cursed is, frankly, the branding iron scares me more. I mean… I’m a big girl. That is a LOT of butt for the branding! But that is NOT the reason we should be giving dawah. IT GENUINELY FEELS GOOD! The best recipe to fix a struggling iman is dawah! If you feel like you’re having trouble believing, try to get another person to believe. Because the harder you work on them, the more your heart is going to remember why YOU already believe it. And you may even get reward if you lead someone to Islam or even just lead them from a bad deed. It’s like pay day AND a bonus you weren’t expecting. I mean, Sahih Muslim states, “Whoever guides [another] to a good deed will get a reward similar to the one who performs it.” I’m not a business woman, but that looks like a pretty good deal to me. And who doesn’t look at another person and wish for them the same things in Paradise they wish for themselves? Every disbeliever you pass isn’t just some “Kufr” person. They’re a potential brother or sister. And you have to see them as family. You have to think about what’s at stake after life. After Judgement. Even if someone is blatantly rude to you, do you want to see them have to go through LITERAL Hell forever? Just because you couldn’t get past your feelings and try to help? Do your part. Feel for humanity. Bring other people to the family that Muslims are lucky enough to have in the Ummah.

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One Year In…

Today, I’ve officially been a Muslim for a full year. One of the more significant days of my life. I, a terribly camera and stage-shy person, even braved making another Youtube video for the occasion. Sure, my voice wavers,but I did it to sort of explain what’s been going on and kind of bring more awareness to what Islam does for someone. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Islam In One Year- From My Youtube Channel

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Dear Terrorists….

Even though 9/11 has passed its anniversary, people around here and even random strangers online comment to me. They call me a terrorist because I’m a Muslim. They say Muslims aren’t against terrorism and even sympathise with it. It’s all “terrorists, terrorists, terrorists”. It’s like that’s ALL people can bring up to me! I’m so sick of it! They say we’re all in contact with terrorists.

Well, you know what….? I actually DO hope a terrorist reads this blog. Because I have a bone to pick…

Dear terrorist F***tards using Islamic texts:

You disgust me. You are so repulsive to me you make my skin crawl, my teeth involuntarily chatter, and the contents of my stomach rise dangerously into the the back of my throat. You are the very definition of what’s wrong in this world. You pretend to be a Muslim when you’re NOT. I don’t care if you believe in Allah, the Last Day, angels, and that Muhammad SAW is the final messenger. YOU ARE NOT ONE OF US! The Prophet SAW said, “Beware of extremism, for indeed the only thing that has destroyed those who came before you is extremism.” YOU DISOBEY HIM, YOU HYPOCRITES! The true believers, the true followers, the loving, the kind, the merciful. YOU ARE NOT ONE OF US! You are swine. You are right about the requirement of jihad but you turn struggle into war. You turn obedience into hypocrisy. You turn faith into selfish politics. You turn the dearest things in the soul of a true Muslim into a PAWN TO SCHEME WITH! I know that a Muslim is not supposed to hate, but I cannot help myself. I cannot control my disgust. “Set out for Jihad in the name of Allah and for the sake of Allah. Do not lay hands on the old verging on death, on women, children and babes. Do not steal anything from the booty and collect together all that falls to your lot in the battlefield and do good, for Allah loves the virtuous and the pious.” Look at your paths, you dogs! You have killed the old. You have maimed the women. You have scarred the children. You have destroyed the babies. And you have STOLEN Islam from many who refused to seek it out after your deeds and those who left Islam because they were confused by your false message. There’s a special place in Jahannam for your type, I’m sure, because if Allah loves the virtuous and the pious, I fear the wrath of what’s left over for what you are. Because “On that account We ordained for the Children of Isra`il that if any one slew a person – unless it be for murder or for spreading mischief in the land – it would be as if he slew the whole humanity: and if any one saved a life, it would be as if he saved the whole humanity. Then although there came to them Our messengers with clear (guidance), yet, even after that, many of them continued to commit excesses in the land. (5:32) “. How many times have you killed us all? If it’s as if you killed all of humanity, then it means in some way you have killed ME, my FAMILY, and my CLOSEST FRIENDS. We have all had pieces of ourselves die because of you. You killed a portion of my heart that would have allowed me to find Islam sooner because you made it appear violent. You have killed a portion of my family because your acts were so horrible that my reverting caused me to become estranged from them. You have hurt my closest friends because I have lost some of them. Some came back, but some never did. Some of my friends who are Muslims have had portions of their hearts killed because of the horrible things people say about them or do to them because they’re Muslim. And some of my friends have literally died overseas because they were fighting a religion they were fooled by you into believing was oppressive and violent. And I know millions of others in the Ummah have similar stories. In OUR Islam, we know peace. In OUR Islam. We know love. In OUR Islam, we know mercy. In OUR Islam, we know the freedom of religion. In OUR Islam, we know the freedom of speech. In OUR Islam, we know Allah. In YOUR hypocrisy, you know war. In YOUR hypocrisy, you know hate. In YOUR hypocrisy, you know cruelty. In YOUR hypocrisy, you know oppression. In YOUR hypocrisy, you know a frightening and deafening silence. In YOUR hypocrisy, you only know the darkest creatures of shirk.

Do Muslims a favour and quit twisting what we find most sacred for your own material gain. THAT’S NOT WHAT IT’S FOR! Quit pretending to be one of us. WE DON’T WANT YOU.

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Mondays…

When I was little, I used to DREAD Mondays. The beginning of the school week meant that my books read in pleasure were put down for the assigned texts that often accompanied not only the required classes, but also the AP science classes that I would inflict upon myself as “extra-curriculars”. It was the day of the week I feared. Not for childish reasons, like that my teachers would find out I’d abandoned my homework for play. No, not at all. I was a good girl. It meant I was leaving my mother home alone. All day for a whole week. I’d never know if I would come home to her cooking dinner, or her crying with a new set of hand-shaped bruises around her arms or her neck. I was TERRIFIED of Monday.

Now that I’m older, Mondays have become a blessing. I was born on a Monday. Mondays are when my life began. All those terrifying Mondays were in the past, merely lessons to carry me through life. They taught me how to “suck it up and gut it out”. The final court date was on a Monday. And we fled the city that night and finally closed the chapter on all those screaming, crying, curled into a ball hiding between the bed and the wall as a child praying for the screaming to stop and then praying for there to be some noise to know it wasn’t OVER over Mondays. Those Mondays serve as reminder to me that I CAN and WILL survive. And then came the Monday I got my graduation certificate so I could start college before I gradated high school. Even homeless I could achieve. I got my cat, Bucky, on a Monday. And then the Monday I had the surgery on my spine that saved my ability to walk. I added the person who is now my best friend to my gmail chat on a Monday. I made the intention to become a Muslim on a Monday. I contacted my imam about a definite time for my mother and I to take our Shahada on a Monday.I found out the Prophet SAW was born on a Monday. And now, I have gotten engaged on a Monday.

I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’ve reclaimed Monday.

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My First Ramadan- Day Twenty-Nine and Thirty (EID!!!)

The 29th we pretty much lounged all day. And by “pretty much”, I mean that I did some laundry and dishes and then laid down between prayers. Thanks to my fibromyalgia being so severe and my RA aggravating me, I was in too much pain to do anything else. But it was ok. We’d set out our clothes and such for the next day and the alarms were set.

As for Eid (Up at the Foothills Recreation Center with the Greenway Masjid)… we slept through the alarm and I was only half-able to get ready. I couldn’t get my sleeve extenders dry so my abaya seemed to reveal my arms and I didn’t have time to fold my scarf right so it looked sloppy. My mother’s outfit was very nice and slip-on. She looked amazing. On the other hand, I looked like complete s**t. And people treated me as such in that regard. I looked frumpy and my pain made it hard to move. People either looked at me in pity or disgust at the Eid celebration. Even though I tried to greet them. And after the prayer when people mingled, my mother was surrounded with kindness and I was pushed against the wall. It was high school all over again…. I was the fat girl no one wanted anything to do with… The girl that was completely unwanted and out of place… It was horrible. And all I could do when I got home was cry. But that’s the story of my life. Work, school, at the masjid…I’m not good with people. They just don’t like me. It sucks, but I have to just deal with the fact that I’m probably going to be alone my whole life. Because so far everyone I’ve ever known (besides my mother and best friend) has ended up finding someone better than me to hang with. I’m the counsellor. The one to go to when you need something. I guess that’s my calling.

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My First Ramadan- Day Twenty-Eight

I was fully intending on spending the 28th in bed, sweating in pain. Then, a phone call, and suddenly I’m dragging myself out of bed in the middle of the afternoon whilst drugged out of my mind from the gabapentin and elavil and trying to head out to our friends, the Haniffas. I love their 3-year-old son. He’s so cute. So we went and hung out a bit before attending iftar at their masjid (ICEV).

When I got there, I was completely shocked. I saw, sitting up front… no… it couldn’t be… But it was. YUSUF ESTES was IN THE SAME PLACE AS ME! I’m a fan of Yusuf Estes. He’s so funny and really has a great talent for dawah. The only problem was that the sisters in the area where it allowed children (the basement, so we saw him upstairs by a tv) were so loud I could barely hear him. Little Ibrahim was so good and quiet. So were most of the kids. It wasn’t the kids being too noisy, IT WAS THE SISTERS! OOH, I was so mad!I was so mad I got hot… But no…. alas it was the temperature downstairs and the people. There were so many people the air got thick. The walls seemed to close in on me. Claustrophobia set in and I needed OUT. The gabapentin makes me more sensitive to temperatures and I turned pink. I literally thought I was going to be sick right there. And of course I’d start feeling faint when the husband of a sister I’m friends with introduced himself. The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. I know my mother said I ended up having a seizure. Probably a complex partial, but still, I hope it didn’t disturb people around me. I guess I couldn’t handle the triggers. Of course, gabapentin is also used to treat that, but I didn’t have a steady level in my blood. So that probably didn’t help matters at all. BUT, I still got to see Yusuf Estes and he made some excellent points on why petty disagreements within the Islamic community were harmful to the responsibility of dawah.

As homework- I’d like all of you to create a list for yourself on how you give dawah. Have you given dawah for Ramadan? I hope so.

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My First Ramadan- Day Twenty-Five to the Twenty-Seventh

By the 25th, I figured out my body wasn’t going to handle fasting. So I reserved myself to reading tafsir a lot and chatting with friends. For the three days mentioned, I had a hard time getting out of bed even. The pain getting worse and worse and worse. Luckily, I had an appointment with the pain clinic and I was given a higher dose of my gabapentin and percocet as well as elavil. I’m praying that the gabapentin and elavil lower my need for the narcotic in order to get up. As for the rest of the time which I was unable to concentrate on anything else, Asad would sync movies so we could watch them at the same time. Between that and the Qur’an, my time has been well occupied. Especially since one night we had Iftar with our friends, the Haniffas. Getting their son’s nose (lol “gotcher nose!”) gave me more giggles than I’d had all month.

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