Combating misogyny in muslim communities can be such an arduous task because here in the West we’re constantly bombarded with negative media about our religion and our cultures. We’re told that muslim men are primitive and that our religion promotes archaic gender roles. Naturally we get defensive over these stereotypes and take it upon ourselves to habitually debunk them. As we should. But it makes us that much more reluctant to address women’s issues in the ummah. No one wants to give any legitimacy to the slanderous way Muslims are portrayed. Instead we’re told that “Islam gave women their rights 1400 years before the western world!” and that “Islam honors women!”. Which is a blessing and 100% true. Women are honored in Islam so why not in muslim communities? We all know that poor treatment of women is inherently unislamic but instead of using this fact as a driving force for equity it’s used to silence the people that demand justice for muslim women. We have to find a middle ground between defending our religion from those who seek to tarnish it while at the same time acknowledging and rectifying the injustices muslim women face.
I have seen a lot of people hating on Abu Eesa for a while and I too had some queries with him after seeing all the circulating rhetoric about his comments about black reverts or women. However I have recently had the opportunity of studying with him and never have I had the pleasure of meeting a speaker who balances Islamic knowledge with a great sense of humour. It is very easy to take things out of context in written form, it is easier to use those things to justify hating someone but tbqh he isn’t all that bad. He is an awesome teacher and frankly makes learning fun and funny. I mean my character reference for him means nothing i know but i still to choose to employ it because he is an awesome teacher may Allah forgive him and all of us for our shortcomings.
In the cracks of the earth
You remained seated
That seems to be
Tickling the surface
Of your soul
Hold her by the forelock
She is blind at the back
So hold on tight.
Proof reading my Habaryers (maternal aunt) maths dissertation and it’s interesting but so long and when I say long I mean 77 pages of an evaluation of the uk housing market 😭
In the fiqh of death class the teacher asked us if we had a real friend that will stick back after at the grave when we die and sincerely cry to Allah for His mercy for us? Someone who will remember u years after everyone else has forgotten, he said friend and walahy I got emotional because I don’t have such a friend I have only constructed superficial relationships all my life.
ankahi-dastaan I don’t think it’s that easy because first things first a degree doesn’t guarantee security Allah does and secondly they are not comparable a degree isn’t nowhere near having and raising a child tbqh but I think the main problem is that we live in an increasingly capitalistic society where education is being marketed as a commodity that ensures financial security that is false marketing and I truly have more faith in the Islamic teaching that every child is born with their own rizq but hey that’s just me
I was having a conversation with this 33 year old woman who has 3 kids and I was really surprised because she looked so young so i made dua for her and told her how lucky she was that she had children. She looked at me and said that I was lucky to be studying because she would give a lot for education. I got where she was coming from but then tbqh (after being In a fiqh of death and inheritance class all day) I have learnt that a degree is insignificant and material but children that will make dua for u when u die that’s priceless. I don’t think we should choose but if it came down to it I would choose having children any day but that’s just me.May Allah give us all righteous spouses and offspring.
sometimes we get sad because of our situations even though worst things are happening all around us to people that are way better than us.
Ya Allah ease everyone’s struggle and make us people of patience and Tawakul.
‘You can’t be a poet, you’re too tender.
You’d never be able to stand the blows
it takes to tell another’s story.’
‘And besides that,
you don’t have a poet’s touch.
You burn me. You scratch me.
You leave gaping holes in me whenever you look at me.
You’re not soft enough to be a poet.
The noise in your head has to be turned down first.’
I yawned. Looked out the window.
Considered tenderly pushing him out of it.
‘So, what can a mess like me be?’
'Well,' he began steadily, like this was
the introduction to some grand speech
he had practiced in the mirror,
‘Lucky for you I love you too much to let you go,
so even with your flaws,
you can be mine.’
I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.
He had his hands outstretched towards me,
waiting for me to take them and laugh with him
about my flaws all the way back to his place.
This was it. My fairytale.
Prince charming was a wolf in a secondhand suit,
licking his fangs at me in a rundown diner.
And here I realized, as I excused myself to
‘powder my nose’, and then slipped out the
side door, my worn slippers hitting the concrete
faster than ever before, that perhaps I am not a
damsel in distress, looking to be saved.
Maybe I am the villain. The obstacle.
Maybe every prince has been taught to save me from myself.
Or maybe, just maybe,
I am not a character that has been written before.
Maybe no woman has. We are too multi-faceted, too real.
We have circling wants that cannot be shoved into two hours
and have a happy ending slapped on them.
Maybe the stories are not telling enough.
Maybe it’s up to me."
I Woke Up With This Poem In My Head | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
happy international women’s day! make sure to include ALL women and not make your definition of womanhood exclusionary. anyone who identifies as female, regardless of race, biological sex, or sexuality is a woman that deserves to be celebrated.(via lora-mathis)