Naeem's Blog

In this post-Enlightenment, post-Renaissance, post-Modern time that we live in, reason rules the day. The times of bowing down to idols of stone and clay are long gone. The new supreme idol, second only to man's nafs, is his power of reason.

The tyrant ruling the kingdom of our conscious is intellect and it must be toppled. The role of king belongs to faith and reason is but a subject subservient to the king. While reason must play its role in advising the king, it must never be allowed to control the throne.

Rationalism is to be constrained and guided by servitude to the claims of faith.

In these days where science reigns supreme and almost every natural phenomena has a logical explanation, the power of man's intellect has grown exponentially while the scope of belief has diminished. The scientific worldview of modernity has usurped the religious worldview of tradition.

We need to corral our intellect and make it subservient to our faith. We have let it loose and that is as dangerous as letting loose our nafs. By their nature, both are in need of great disciplining.

Just as the nafs can only be controlled by going against its inherent nature (fulfillment of its worldly desires), the intellect is tamed by going against its nature (the need to know and understand everything).

And Who better to teach us this very difficult lesson than Allah (swt)?

The most perfect proof that our capacity to reason is limited and imperfect is found in the beginning letters of some of the suras in the Quran – the Muqatta’at as they are sometimes referred to.

Everyone accepts that these letters will never be understood by man – they are a clear demonstration from Allah that our intellect is incomplete and will never fully understand the Divine message. It is Allah's gentle way of teaching us that our intelligence is handicapped and we must never let it arrogantly assume that complete knowledge of the universe is a possibility.

Consequently, these verses are an appropriate counter-response to those who argue that surely Allah would not send a perfect revelation containing verses beyond man's intellectual capacity. If these Muqatta'at are agreed to be beyond man's understanding, why cannot other parts of revelation be equally inexplicable?

There are many verses in the Quran that present a challenge to my western-raised mind. My foundation is from a liberal democratic pluralist society and so my sensibilities are tinged by that upbringing. I find many teachings of the Quran and Sunnah to be quite challenging when harmonizing them with my intellect.

And that is the test presented to me by my Creator – my test is not to fight the urge to bow down to a wooden idol, but to bow down to my intellect and its thirst to rationalize everything.

Many of my contemporaries struggle with the verses on beating the disobedient wife, having sex with the female slave, capital punishment, and the like. I have tried for years to rationalize those components and harmonize them with my faith. I have read the works of Abou El-Fadl, Naim, Mernissi, Wadud, and Barlas and I have found nothing to placate my raging reason.

So instead of allowing my intellect to kidnap me to the badlands of doubt and disbelief, I suspend my reason and take it on faith that Allah (swt) has revealed certain verses in His infinite wisdom, beyond my capacity to understand - similar to those beginning letters.

Personally speaking, I see those controversial texts as tests of my faith in the message brought by Prophet Muhammad (saw).

In response, I have decided to humble my intellect and acknowledge my ignorance on matters of my faith that I cannot reconcile. Its actually quite refreshing and liberating.

But I understand how so many of my peers will find such a move as backwards and incomprehensible, for just like many of us are blinded by the nafs, others are blinded by the intellect.

In closing, I'd like to reference the balanced understanding that Muhammad Abduh reached, as stated in his Risala,

"How then can reason be denied its right, being, as it is, the scrutineer of evidences so as to reach the truth within them and know that it is Divinely given? Having, however, once recognized the mission of a prophet, reason is obliged to acknowledge all that he brings, even though unable to attain the essential meaning within it or penetrate its full truth. Yet this obligation does not involved reason in accepting rational impossibilities...But if there appears something which appears contradictory, reason must believe that the apparent is not the intended sense. It is then free to seek the true sense by reference to the rest of the prophet's message in whom ambiguity occurred or to fall back on God and His omniscience." (emphasis added)

So will we 'fall back on God and His omniscience' when our reason is unable to find the 'true sense by reference to the rest of the prophet's message' when confronted with an apparent contradiction to our reason?

That is the test of our times.

Finally, I'm working on a second part detailing the dangerous implications of my conclusions... hope to have it up in a few days, IA-

Side Note: Initially when I started to write this post, I thought to use the analogy of reason being an idol that needs to be slain, as Prophet Ibrahim (as) destroyed the idols of his time. However I found that analogy to be lacking as our duty is not to slay reason, for that would lead to taqlid (blind following), rather to discipline it, oust it from its undeserving place atop our conscience, and bring it down to its divinely sanctioned rank.

What a fitting ending to one of the most tragic years of Pakistan’s short history.

From the Red Mosque siege to the ensuing spat of suicide bombings to the failed military campaigns in the Northwest Frontier to the expelling of the Chief Justice to the hoopla surrounding Nawaz Sharif and Benazir Bhutto’s return from exile to the martial law escapade to this latest act of inane violence, 2007 has been a terrible year for the 'Land of the Pure' (translation of 'Pakistan').

I won’t get into all the varying theories of who killed Bhutto and why, I just wanted to chime in on the talks of the near future of Pakistan.

First of all, I’m not clear why the elections are so critical. I admit that I’m very cynical, but I can’t believe that people truly hope for some positive change coming from these upcoming elections. Haven’t the mock elections where Musharraf was elected for President (followed by him dissolving the Supreme Court in order to make sure the elections were not challenged) shown democracy for the sham it has become in Pakistan (as well as the Muslim world)?

Have people become so desperate that they’ve become politically delusional and are placing hope in democracy in Pakistan? That’s some serious grasping for straws people!

Secondly, I get a kick out of all the doomsday predictions of Pakistan spiraling into chaos. Pakistan is not Afghanistan or Somalia or post-Saddam Iraq. Warlords or militias do not run the country. The military is without a doubt in charge, as it always has been and as it always will be. I say that not with any sense of national pride or arrogance, simply as a sad fact of life.

I strongly recommend you all to open your minds and hearts and give this very interesting article on finding Allah on Xmas a read.

I'm very intrigued by my dear sister Suroor’s ability to connect with Allah(swt) in a Christmas mass. Eventhough I attended a Jesuit high school and went to many masses during those four years, I never fully appreciated its significance in the remarkable manner that Suroor explains in her writing.

I do believe that many Muslims (especially in the West) have lost the emotional connection with our prophet Isa and his beloved mother Maryam (peace be upon them both), as they casually write them off as icons unique to the Christian faith, with only historical significance in Islam.

Why don’t we read the Bible to connect with the teachings of prophet Isa? Surely there are unaltered parts that have retained the spirit of his teachings. Surely the predecessor of our own beloved Prophet is worthy of some attention.

“That day I learnt to love Maryam, the blessed mother of Jesus, just like I loved Fatima and Aisha (may peace be upon them all). I also discovered the love I have in my heart for Jesus.”

I wish to feel that love for Maryam and her miracle child Isa. Although I don’t feel it necessary to attend a mass to gain that feeling, I can't knock Suroor for doing so.

While I don’t agree with her sentiments that Jews and Christians are not to be considered disbelievers, as she states here:

“Amongst those who will go to Hell are those who “disbelieve and deny Our revelations” (Quran 5:10). According to this definition all Jews, Christians, Muslims (Shias, Sunnis and their sub-sects) are not Hell-goers. They neither disbelieve in God nor do they deny the revelations.”

I do believe that respect and love ought to be extended to our faith-brethren in a manner that is sorely lacking in our times. A joint Christmas luncheon is an excellent gesture towards achieving that goal.

A sheikh and his students were once travelling in a boat. The students noticed a group of fellow passengers singing, drinking and dancing and understandably got very upset.

“How dare they act in such a lewd manner in the presence of our esteemed teacher? Don’t they know that a wali (friend) of Allah (swt) is accompanying them in the boat? What an insult to our sheikh!”

So they rushed back to their sheikh and informed him of their findings. They beckoned him to make a dua’a against them and pray that Allah (swt) punish them for their blasphemous actions.

The Sheikh raised his hands and with his students eagerly anticipating a stinging rebuke, he prayed, ‘Ya Allah, Ya Rahman, Ya Rahim, we are Your servants and slaves and we humbly beg of You to bless those youth with the same ability to drink and dance in the highest levels of Jannah as you have allowed them in this life.’

His students were shocked. ‘Oh teacher, how can you make such a lofty dua’a for these depraved, lost souls?!’

The sheikh sighed, ‘Have you not learned that entry into Jannah is reserved for the pure souls? So have we not prayed for Allah (swt) to purify their souls, guide them down the path of sincere repentance (taubah), and make them worthy of entering Jannah.

‘Do not let your anger cloud your judgments from the most perfect way of our beloved Prophet.’

My brother-in-law, who is notorious for his lack of intelligence, came up with a brilliant idea and I felt the need to share it with everyone.

He recently began recording short interviews with his parents in hopes of sharing these tidbits with our future progeny. The topics for his interviews would be specific to their upbringing back in Palestine as well as other interesting stories from their past.

What an ingenious way to share the past with our future!

Every so often, I find myself thinking about the countless sittings with my parents and grandparents back in Pakistan and the various tales they’ve shared with me, wishing I could impart these gems to my children (and even their children). And here is a simple yet powerful way to accomplish that!

So I salute you dear Moutasem for a simple idea that even 7-yr old Humza could have thought of, but one that escaped his 34-yr old father.

I had written down these thoughts from my last Hajj of two years ago and I figured now would be a good time to share them with everyone:

This was my second time around as an honored guest of Allah (swt), although it would be the first time accompanying my better half. And even though I had performed the Hajj before, I actually felt more prepared this time - the countless number of Umrahs enabled me to concentrate on the internal aspects rather than burdening myself with the details of the Hajj rituals.

Ree and I had talked of going for the past year but our major stumbling block was securing a place to stay for Maryam and Humza during our 6-day pilgrimage. And it was this act of entrusting our kids with another family, purely for the sake of Allah (swt), which would begin our profoundly symbolic Hajj.

When invited to a lavish social event in which children are not welcome, the onus of finding babysitting is normally left to the guest. However, Allah (swt) is no ordinary host and the Hajj is no ordinary social event. In our case, He graciously took care of the babysitting as well.

As an amazingly unexpected blessing from our Lord, Maryam’s second grade teacher volunteered to take care of both our kids. And now with two weeks left before the days of Hajj, we began the logistical preparations – finding a Hajj group, packing our bags, packing the kids’ bags, tying up all loose ends with friends and family – as well as the mental/spiritual preparations – studying the rites of the Hajj, contacting everyone to ask them for their specific prayers as well as for their forgiveness, spiritually preparing for the Hajj.

And it was then that I started to realize the symbolic similarity between what Allah (swt) had asked prophet Ibrahim to sacrifice and the angst we were feeling as our journey was in its initial phases.

Both of us were feeling extremely nervous about leaving our kids for an entire week. It would be the first time for both of us to simultaneously be away from them for such an extended period of time (Maryam is seven years and Humza is five).

Our worries spanned the entire spectrum, from the emotional – who would comfort them when they cried? – to the mundane – how would they bathe and clothe themselves? And to top it all off, three days before our departure, Humza started running a very high fever with coughs and nighttime vomiting! It was so confusing and heart-wrenching that Ree was even considering not going.

And it became very clear to me that this is exactly what the Hajj is supposed to be all about. It is a journey of sacrifice. A journey of turning away from this life towards the after-life. A journey of sacrificing our deepest fears, worries, desires, and attachments for the edicts of Allah (swt). As our father prophet Ibrahim was asked to make the ultimate sacrifice, Ree and I were being asked to make a similar sacrifice (relative to our spiritual level).

Our attachment to our children was being put to the test. Our trust in our Lord was being put to the test. Once we both came to this realization, it became that much easier to accept this as a test from Allah (swt) – a test of our faith.

Every pilgrim seems to go through some sort of tribulation which I believe is part of the purification process of an accepted Hajj. And so for me, my purification came in the form of pain and unease caused by what most would consider very minor injuries.

When I first arrived to Mina, the tent city next to the stoning pillars, I somehow got a very serious infection inside my right nostril.

This infection would slowly increase in size and pain causing redness as well as swelling of my nose, with pain shooting into my head and down my neck. And only now, three days after returning from my Hajj and ten days after first noticing it in Mina, has the boil inside my nose begun to reduce in size, by way of emitting its disgusting mixture of brownish blood and yellowish pus.

I chose to describe the nauseating nature of the discharge as it is befitting the nauseating nature of my sins that I pray were similarly discharged from my soul during the Hajj. In fact the sins that I have committed must be even more disgusting in the sight of my most Loving Creator as He has continued to bless me day-in and day-out, yet I have relentlessly opted to turn away from Him and commit countless egregious acts of disobedience.

In addition to my nose, I was ‘afflicted’ by some very painful blisters on my right foot. As a result of wearing the wrong type of slippers while walking from Mina to the Kaaba and back, I got blisters in three different locations. And given that I was to make that trek several more times, my injury was that much more magnified.

It really struck me how fragile Allah (swt) has made man (or at least this man!) that even a small injury the size of a penny could cause so much grief and misery. This injury was infinitely lesser in comparison to the death of the stampede victims (over 300 died), yet it somehow impaired me enough to cause me constant pain and suffering. And only after I stole a pair of socks from Ree was I able to achieve some sort of relief. What a beautiful and powerful reminder from Allah (swt) of His great blessings and my even greater dependency upon them!

After having performed the stoning rituals, we proceeded to the Kaaba to perform our Tawaf-al-Ifaadah. With a crowd of millions, pushing and being pushed is the accepted course of action. More often than not, the pushing comes as a result of the massive crowd surges and thus out of the control of the individual. Nonetheless, it is recommended that one perform the tawaf with hands down by the side so as to prevent any harm to another fellow pilgrim. Sadly, every so often one is encountered by a small group of pilgrims who are intent on moving faster than the crowd and thus are forcing their way through. It is then that one’s patience is tested.

The first, natural reaction is to turn and either rebuke the individual, give him a stern look, or simply push back harder. Having been counseled against such actions, as they are unbecoming of a person on a spiritual journey to Allah (swt), the preferred reaction is to simply absorb the push and ignore it. Normally that is what I and the other 2.5 million pilgrims observed.

However, I feel that the best response and one that the Prophet (saw) would have himself enacted, as his character was the most refined and most beautified, would be to turn to the individual with a gracious smile, extend a hand of peace by patting him on the back, and kindly suggest to him to slow down. Surely, this takes an immense amount of restraint and patience, but I am convinced that it would not only calm the individual, but also teach him with love and mercy.

Sadly I was only able to muster up enough patience to do this a few times, but when I did, I noticed a very positive response. Their faces would at first have an unyielding look of determination while ignoring the barking reprimands of those they were pushing.

However, when confronted with a smile and an extended hand of peace, I noticed many would smile back and in turn relax their military-style march. Such was the sunnah of Muhammad (saw), was it not? Remember the desert Arab who urinated in the corner of the Prophet’s holy mosque? Truly if our actions and reactions would be carried out with this spirit of patience, mercy, and love, how elevated and exalted would our status become in front of Allah (swt)!!

The symbolic nature of our Hajj continued when we proceeded to perform Sa’ee, the running between the hills of Safa and Marwa, a reenactment of the desperate search for water by our dear mother, Hajar. The crowd was incalculably enormous on all three floors. It was actually even more difficult than the Tawaf, with both of us barely finding any room to walk.

And it was here that I realized how difficult it was to maintain my concentration on my prayers and remembrance of Allah (swt). I had become so engulfed in the actual performance of the Sa’ee, trying to avoid getting pushed and shoved, that I had lost track of the greater purpose of this ritual, the constant glorification of and beseeching to our Lord. In this fashion my life has passed me by, with its hustle and bustle consuming me to the extent that I have forgotten the ultimate purpose of my creation.

Life is like this unending stream of people running between the hills – it will continue with or without me. I will never be able to change its flow to fulfill my personal needs; rather I must accept it and move in conjunction with its natural direction. My ultimate goal is to move beyond the mechanics of this massive flow and concentrate on my own inner development. I must struggle to regain my focus and elevate myself from the earthly so as to reconnect with the heavenly.

What a subtle, yet beautiful lesson from our Beloved Creator!

As we were leaving the Haram to return back to Mina, I did notice a truly delightful trend amongst the millions. There was an immense amount of peace and patience. Like a spray of cool water during a hot summer day, the showering of divine Mercy upon the pilgrims established a sense of coolness around Mecca that no police force could have ever enforced. And even when the occasional person became so testy and voiced his anger, the pilgrims around him immediately jumped in to soothe his irritation with reminders of Allah (swt) and the holy state of our journey. Is that not how our life should be lived? Rather than simply witnessing confrontations or worse, egging them on, we should assuage such altercations with reminders of our Creator.

I will conclude with two parting thoughts. As we sat in the airplane on our way back, we both realized how amazing it was that throughout the Hajj, Allah (swt) covered us both with a blanket of inner peace allowing us to concentrate on the actual pilgrimage rather than being consumed by our worries for the children. That was one of my biggest concerns – that we would spoil our beautiful journey by the incessant uneasiness for Maryam and Humza’s welfare – yet Allah (swt) put our minds and hearts at ease allowing us to comfortably enjoy the sweetness of the Hajj.

What a truly remarkable Host is He!

And as guests visiting the home of a host, it is very disrespectful to talk badly of any mishap or hardship that took place during the visit. That was a mistake I made after my first Hajj – I was very censorious and critical of what I saw and went through. And to be sure, I heard many people complaining and criticizing during this trip, especially after the unfortunate stampede tragedy.

However, the eyes of my heart have been unveiled (to an extent) and I now realize that everything, and I do mean *everything*, is a blessing from our Lord – it is only due to my impatience and limited understanding that I am unable to appreciate it and accept it for what it truly is. And with that closing thought, I am able to declare that my Hajj was a sincerely beautiful journey!

Every year in Saudi Arabia, tens of thousands of local pilgrims take the decision to perform their annual Hajj without the proper governmental authorization. You see, the Saudi authorities have placed a limit on the local residents by restricting them to once every five years. However, there are many who bypass this formality and find their own round-about ways to Mecca.

I'm caught in the middle as I recently performed Hajj with my wife two years ago and I really wish to go again, but I feel a bit dishonest in breaking the law.

On the one hand, I understand that Hajj is a once a year opportunity to refresh oneself and wipe the slate clean, stand before Allah (swt) in the most simplest of forms in the midst of a mass of humanity and commune in a most unique way. The blessings are unimaginable and the spiritual exuberance is beyond words.

Millions of Muslims across the world dream of coming but once in their life, and here is a God-given opportunity to attend every year!

Besides, the reasoning continues, I won't be squatting in problematic locations – I'll setup my tent outside the busy areas.

And besides, if the Saudis can't get their act together with the billions of petrodollars that Allah has blessed them with, why should I suffer for their incompetence and poor-planning?

And besides, why should I allow man-made laws to restrict my God-given right?

My spiritual needs are gnawing at me to screw all the bureaucratic red-tape and just return to Allah (swt).

And then on the other hand I think that I need only perform Hajj once in a lifetime – there is no obligation upon me to go ever again. So why should I break the law for something that is optional?

Besides, even though the authorities could have better designed and planned for millions more, the fact that they haven't is reason enough to not exacerbate the situation by adding to the overcrowding.

The analogy to this situation is that of a highway road. While the road is wide enough for a 4-lane highway allowing cars to travel upto 75miles/hour, the government has only paved a 2-lane road with a more restrictive 50miles/hour speed limit. If I choose to go faster thinking that the road has a 4-lane capacity and the government is to blame for failing to properly plan, I am only endangering myself and others. True, the government should expand the road, but until it does, it behooves everyone to obey the limits.

Besides, while I may not be squatting on busy intersections, the mere presence of myself (and the 100,000 other illegal pilgrims) in the Haram doing Tawaf is inevitably going to cause someone harm.

And of course there are countless scholars who have publicly denounced the illegal pilgrims, with some even considering it a blatant sin to perform the Hajj without the proper permission.

Here is a good workaround: I know some brothers who drive upto the plains of Arafat on the blessed day of Arafat and if the authorities allow them to enter (without the permission), it means the capacity is still there and the government is allowing more to enter. But if they are turned back, they simply turn around and go home.

Maybe that's the best route to take.

So what to do? Well, I've taken the easy way out and decided to go and spend Eid in Madina.

Can't go wrong with that, eh? :-)

Here are two pics of baby Yasmin’s latest outfit:

What’s the first thing you notice? I mean after reading the word ‘cutie’. Be honest, when you give the pictures a second, more focused look, what image immediately stands out?

I won't comment any further in hopes of getting an objective public opinion.

Please prove to my wife that I’m not crazy – if only with respect to this design. :-)

Here's a much-needed nice story worthy of a Good News Post, especially in light of all the negative attention being centered on the murdered Canadian Muslim teen.

"A Muslim man jumped to the aid of three Jewish subway riders after they were attacked by a group of young people who objected to one of the Jews saying "Happy Hanukkah," a spokeswoman for the three said Wednesday."

But the poor brother not only got beat up helping the victims, but also got handcuffed when the police arrived.

"Askari was first handcuffed alongside them, but he was released when Adler told police he was not an attacker, Hellerstein said."

Only in America! :-)

Seriously, I can't understand how these sort of attacks take place in public locations and onlookers just turn a blind eye. I'm no famed defender of the weak (Batman-style), but I can't imagine being in the same situation and standing by idle.

Once again sister Amy has provided me with fodder for a blog post.

The good sister is feeling the burden of a downswing in her faith – one which I can relate to all too well - and I felt it to be an opportune time to remind myself and others of a specific form of test which Allah (swt) puts us through.

We all accept that life is a series of challenges as the oft-cited verses from the Quran state:

Do men think that they will be left alone on saying 'We believe', and that they will not be tested? We did test those before them, and Allah will certainly know those who are true from those who are false. (29:2-3)

Be sure we shall test you with fear and hunger, some loss in goods or lives or the fruits (of your toil), but give glad tidings to those who patiently persevere. (2:155)

When contemplating these verses, I immediately think of loss of wealth or health. People often talk about being tested with death or terminal illness or the loss of a job or a home.

But overlooked among these more tangible losses is one of the greatest tests – the test of faith.

A period will pass where we may be dancing in the clouds in the company of angels, barely cognizant of the pouting shaytan in the corner of our souls. Good deeds are carried out by the dozens. Tears of faith and fear are readily flowing. Sins are but a distant, remote memory.

And with the flip of a switch, our iman plummets down to the depths of the devil's lair and we're struggling to make our five daily prayers. Shaytan in cohoots with our nafs is back on top.

In such circumstances, I immediately wonder if I have angered my Creator who has decided to punish me by taking away the sweetness of divine nearness in which I was happily immersed.

But I recently learned about the intricacies of this most beautiful test from Allah (swt).

When we are feeling the ecstasy of faith and are rushing to perform all the various acts of worship, our obedience to Allah comes as a by-product of this euphoria. We are simply falling in line with our desire for that spiritual rush. Obedience to our Lord is coming naturally and effortlessly.

But what happens when that rush is absent, when the high has worn out? Will we still hasten to submit to Allah? Or was our worship conditional on that existential high?

Thus Allah (swt) tests us by taking away that joy of worship and boost in Iman to see if we weather the spiritual storm by remaining eagerly obedient to our Lord or will we succumb to this heavy burden by begrudgingly performing our duties.

And it is in times like these that we need to double our efforts, increase the nafl (optional) acts of worship and demonstrate to our beloved, loving Lord that our faith and worship is to Him (swt) alone and not to the occasional spiritual exuberance we may feel.

Allow me to conclude with a quick point.

The word 'Lutf' in Arabic means kindness and graciousness and is the root of one of Allah's names (Al-Lateef). In Urdu the same word 'Lutf' means pleasure, sweetness, and enjoyment.

And thus it was from Urdu-speaking Sh. Zulfiqar Ahmed that I heard this beautiful explanation: These spiritual tests of rising and declining faith are designed to establish whether we are Abdul-lutf ('slaves of fleeting spiritual ecstasies') or Abdul-Lateef ('slaves of the ever-present Most Kind and Gracious').

So which is it?

I never cease to be amazed by the unimaginable love that Allah (swt) has towards His most beloved creation, mankind. I love to ponder on the countless ways that His love is expressed for us.

I've written about this before (Call of Love, Are you a Lover or a Beloved), but in listening to a recent lecture, I've come across yet another indication of His love.

In the Quran, there are many instances of Allah (swt) directing the Prophet how to answer questions posed to him.

'They ask you what they should spend (in charity). Say: Whatever you spend that is good is for parents and kindred and orphans and those in want and for wayfarers' (2:215)

'They ask you concerning wine and gambling. Say: "In them is great sin, and some profit, for men; but the sin is greater than the profit." They ask you how much they are to spend; Say: "What is beyond your needs."' (2:219)

'They ask you what is lawful to them (as food). Say: lawful unto you are (all) things good and pure...' (5:4)

The common format consists of Allah (swt) restating the question and then commanding the Prophet to say such and such as the divine response. Allah (swt) is using His beloved Prophet as the intermediator, the go-between in this conversation between mankind and Allah (swt).

Each and every verse starts with 'Yas-aloonaka' (They ask you) about a specific matter, followed by Allah (swt) commanding the Prophet to 'Qul' (say) the answer.

The one verse in which this standard format is broken is the verse in which the object of the question is Allah (swt) Himself, verse 2:186.

'When My servants ask you concerning Me, I am indeed close: I listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he calls on Me...'

In this very special case, notice that there is no command to 'Say' (Qul). That’s because Allah (swt) has declined to command the Prophet to respond and instead has answered it Himself - "I am indeed close".

Allah (swt) is saying to all of His servants that if you ever wonder or ask about Me, there is no need for a mediator, there is no need for a middleman, there is no need for a Prophet to talk on my behalf.

I, the Creator of the universe, will answer you, my beloved creation, directly.

Allah is showing us that He is so close to us that He has even bypassed His Prophet to answer this call Himself.

Think of a lover who is getting the latest news about his beloved. His greatest wonder is 'Did she ask about me?' and imagine the excitement he feels when told that she did in fact inquire about him.

Truly Allah (swt) is above all possible anthropomorphic attributions, but a scene comes to mind where He is so pleased to hear His servant asking about Him that He rushes to answer, even bypassing His dear prophet (saw).

Ya Allah! How feeble and undeserving are we to receive such an honor from You!

Some call this the Digital Age. Others refer to it as the Age of Globalization. And then some say it’s the Post-Modern Age.

If you ask me, I see the times that we live in as the Age of Parental Paranoia.

For quite some time, I've wondered about this cloud of anxiety under which we subsist. It exists in our work environments where everyone is looking over their shoulders worried about getting the big promotion or the pink slip. It exists in our cities where petty theft and aggravated assault are all too common. It exists in our communities where distrust and apprehension can be found between neighbors.

But this sense of paranoia is most apparent and at its greatest intensity when it comes to our children. We're afraid to let our children out of our sights, fearful of the ever-present predator. We don't trust them alone with anyone, not even the Quran teacher (or is it *especially* not the Quran teacher?).

And then I counter this parental paranoia with my very own experiences as a child. I vividly recall the days of my childhood where my parents were completely oblivious of our whereabouts. My siblings and I would venture unimaginably deep into the woods behind our house - everyday brought forth a new exploration into uncharted territories. We would ride our bikes to the far corners of the county, sometimes even riding on the shoulder lane of two-lane highways, alongside speeding cars.

All this when I was between nine and eleven years old.

Granted we did live in a very white middle-class neighborhood where the local mini-mart was called 'Lucky's' and the nearby outlet road to the highway was called Quarterfield Rd.

No, Barney Fife was not our local sheriff. Although I'll admit that our only experience with the county police was when a bunch of high-schoolers were bullying a few kids at our school bus stop (one of them punched a kid in the face). So the parents contacted the police who setup a 'sting operation' (I kid you not).

They briefed us on how to act normal if the high-schoolers returned. And then when the bullies drove up the next morning, a police car was hiding around the corner waiting to pounce on them. True story.

Back to my point. Its true that my parents were recent migrants into the US and were not cognizant of the potential dangers of American society, so they didn't know any better. But how do you explain their white American counterparts who were equally unmindful of their children?

You can't just write off my experiences due to my three years in Smalltown, USA. At the age of twelve, we moved to the outskirts of big city Baltimore and our adventures continued.

Hurdling fences and crossing interstate highways on the way to the nearby mall to catch the afternoon matinée. Walking home from school taking shortcuts under highway tunnels and cutting through backyards. I'm bewildered by the insane activities of my childhood.

And I'm not talking about generations ago. These tales are a mere two decades old. Has society disintegrated so much so fast?

Although the film was set in the sixties, I could really relate to the story told in 'Stand By Me'. That type of coming-of-age adventure (minus the dead body of course) was very reminiscent of my childhood experiences.

The generational gap between the child of the eighties and his counterpart from the sixties seems to be very small.

But fast forward twenty years later to this day and age and it seems like those days of my upbringing were centuries ago. Can anyone imagine letting their child partake in such unsupervised escapades?

I may sound like such a grandpa when telling these stories, but I remember coming home from the woods with ticks stuck to our heads and our mother would heat up a needle to burn off the tick where it had dug into our scalp. It happened so often that we used to do it for each other.

I remember regularly getting eye infections (often referred to as a sty) because we weren't careful to wash our hands before rubbing our eyes. Nowadays, the moment my kids run into the house, my wife throws this anti-bacterial sanitizing liquid in their face before they touch anything!

As I'm writing this piece, I'm thinking that my type of childhood is probably found in the lower income bracket of 21st century America, where the parents are too busy struggling to worry about over-parenting.

Most of my current relations are with younger families living in well-to-do neighborhoods where soccer moms and metrosexual fathers are ever aware of the latest tabloid story or Internet urban legend of some crazed lunatic kidnapping babies from strollers as the mother is loading the groceries.

Add this mentality to the 24-hour news channels that are constantly publicizing fear and you have a recipe for instant parental paranoia.

So are the days of childhood (mis)adventures long gone? Are our kids doomed to supervised playtimes at the neighborhood park, never allowed to leave our sights? Will our children look back on their childhood and wax poetically about their 'exploits' in Chuck-E-Cheese?

Or will we buck the trend and allow our children to be children and let them grow up outside our artificially-created, sterile, secure bubbles of reality?

Sadly, I fear that its beyond our control and we have become victims of our societal circumstances. What a sad and sheltered existence we have created for our children.

Great news people! The BC's are out and this deserves a Good News Post, sorta (see my objections below). But since I don't have a Sorta Good News Post category, I'll file this under a regular GNP.

The good folks at Altmuslim and City of Brass have come out with their 4th annual Brass Crescent awards. Although they didn't announce it publicly, inside sources tell me that the winner of each category will get a years supply of chocolate covered dates, a teddy-bear named Jesus, and a million dollars.

Wait, you haven't heard of the BC's? Uhmmm, ok...so were you raised by a pack of wolves or a gang of gorillas? The BC's are to the Muslim blogosphere what the Oscars are to Hollywood.

And the greatest travesty of the BC's is that my blog should have been this year's Titantic (referring to the movie that won 11 awards, not the actual ship that didn't do as well).

I poured my heart and soul into every blog post and all I have to show for it is a measely Best Series nomination?! That's like winning an Oscar for Best Special Effects...everyone's clapping while thinking 'Is that even a category?'

So I think it behooves me to enlighten the BC folks and everyone else in the blogosphere how I qualify for ALL the other categories:

Best Blog: How many bloggers are brave and edgy enough to post about Matt Dillon dreams? That alone should have locked me in as the winner.

Most Deserving of Wider Recognition: My investigative journalism exposed the cover-up behind a UN official smuggling drugs out of Afghanistan.

Best Female Blog: There is no room for sexism in Islam and I have openly celebrated my feminine side on my blog. Just read my Ode to Breastfeeding. Oh and notice how I placed THREE exclamation marks in the post announcing my daughters birth. Many Pakistanis would have put a sad face, but not me – I'm all about women's right to be born. And did I mention that I had a dream about Matt Dillon?

Best group blog: I'm very moody and borderline schizophrenic. Does that qualify me for Group blog?

Best Mideast/Central Asian blog: My better half is Arab and I currently live in Saudi Arabia. And what's up with the inclusion of Central Asia? What do the nice people in Nicaragua and El-Salvador have to do with Muslim bloggers?

Best South/Southeast Asian Blog: I'm a brown man and I once wrote a personal letter to Nawaz Sharif. I also posted on the newest intriguing soap opera called 'Pakistani Politics'.

And what gives with the Best African Blog category?! Its like non-existent. And if it did exist, I would clearly warrant a nomination based on my in-depth coverage of Eritrea, the Nile controversy, and Australia.

Best non-Muslim blog: Uhmmm...(scratching my head)...some of my best friends are non-Muslim?? Ok, fine I'll skip this one.

Best Post or Series: Yeah, ok, so they threw me this crumb...I won't rest until I dominate!!

Best Multimedia blog: Folks, this is such an insult. Which blogger introduced the Muslim online community to the laughing Yoga, the Human Tetris, (even Best Blog nominee Yahya Birt found this noteworthy) AND dorky human Transformers?? Hint: It wasn't Baba Ali.

Best Ijtihad: I'm no Mujtahid, but I humbly present to you the single most important Ijtihad of the year: Ihram Improvement (sure, it wasn't my own ijtihad, but I was one of the scant few who publicized and embraced it). Fine, if you wanna be a stickler, how about my Tarawih innovation to separate the prayer halls into burping and non-burping sections. Not impressed? How about my calls for Iftar Reform?

Having proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that my blog is number vun (and that I have lots of free time), I call on my loyal readership to boycott the BC's and instead flood the organizers with a massive email campaign. They'll never know what hit them when they see their inboxes overflowing with emails from all 13 of my readers (defiantly clenching fist in the air).

In the meanwhile, go ahead and vote for my Best series nomination – but don't do it for me - rather, think of it as a vote for Maryam's, Humza's, and Ayah's college fund! Besides, by the time they hit college, a million bucks will only pay for their first two years.

Last night, Riz Khan, who is Al-Jazeera's counter to CNN's Larry King, interviewed John Perkins, a former economic hit man.

Not sure what an Economic Hit Man (EHM) is? Neither was I until Perkins laid it out for a dummy like me to understand:

"There were two primary objectives of my work. First I was to justify huge international loans that would funnel money to Main and other US companies (such as Bechtel, Halliburton, Stone & Webster and Brown & Root) through massive engineering and construction projects. Second, I would work to bankrupt the countries that received those loans . . . so they would be forever beholden to their creditors, and so they would present easy targets when we [the US] needed favours, including military bases, UN votes or access to oil and other natural resources."
- Excerpt from Confessions of an Economic Hit Man

Here's the bigger picture of how EHM's work to permanently cripple a nation's economy:

1. Economic hit men, working for imperialistic engines of capitalism (otherwise known as the American empire, the G8 nations, and their multinational corporations) identify impoverished nations in need of major development of their infrastructure.

2. Using vehicles such as the IMF, USAID, and the World Bank, they generously make billion dollar loans to Country X to help develop and advance the nation. In addition, they are nice enough to generate complex plans of national development to help guide the locals.

3. However, since the country has no homegrown industries to actually carry out said programs of development, America and its cohorts will contract out the services to their own corporations. Thus the loans go directly from the Western governments back to Western corporations, with some skimming off the top by corrupt local officials in Country X.

4. Once the billions have been squandered, normally on special pet projects that only benefit the select few, Country X is hamstrung for the next century struggling to pay off the loans. This means that domestic funds which normally would have gone to provide basic services to the locals are now rerouted to the coffers of the West.

5. But the altruistic West is not done screwing, er I mean saving, Country X. They kindly propose to bail out Country X by waving some of the loans, but with a few minor strings attached. For example, Country X must cease to provide governmental subsidies to local industries and at the same time open the doors to free trade by doing away with tariffs and other trade barriers, essentially destroying any chance of sustainable livelihood by its citizens. Or another example would be Country Y has to sell natural resources A, B, and C or O, I, and L at below-market cost to the West.

And there you go, five easy steps to eternal financial debt and a grim future of poverty and despair for every developing and under-developed country.

And before you accuse me of propogating conspiracy theories and freemasonry crap, this stuff is pure and simple capitalistic greed.

The same inertia that powered the American auto industry to destroy the public transit system and is currently undermining the hybrid car is behind the EHM phenomenon. And its that same mentality that prevents the billion-dollar pharmaceuticals from allowing cheap generic drugs to enter the markets of the Third World.

These imperialistic engines of capitalism are very real and very ugly.

A scholar was quietly sitting in a gathering with his students.

After a short while, one of the students broke the silence and politely asked his teacher, 'Shaykh, why don't you say a few words from which we can benefit?'

The shaykh softly replied, 'If you are not benefiting from my silence, how will you ever be able to benefit from my speaking?'

The power of the tongue is immense and too often we wield it carelessly. When compared with the damage that can be caused by our own hands, the tongue is so much more dangerous.

While the hand can cause pain to those only close to it, the tongue can inflict harm to those miles away.

While the hand is used to hurt those who are weaker, the tongue can be used to hurt anyone and everyone, regardless of their physical stature.

While the physical wounds caused by the hand eventually heal, the emotional scars caused by the tongue are everlasting.

Thus we are reminded by our beloved Teacher (saw) "The Muslim is one from whose tongue and hand other Muslims are safe." (And let none of us think that the Prophet's mentioning of the tongue before the hand is of no consequence.)

As children, we always repeated 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me' and it sufficed us for that stage. But as we have matured and are now striving to achieve greater heights in the sight of our Lord, we realize that truly words are so much more poisonous than sticks or stones.

Let us heed the beautiful advice of the Beloved of Allah (swt), "Speak a good word or remain silent."

The '7 weird facts' meme tag is going around and I've been tagged...twice, by Achelois and DesertFlower. Since I couldn't find anywhere in the tag rules that two tags cancel each other out, I'm going to respect the tags and fulfill my obligation.

However, since I recently completed a similar tag just a few months ago, I'm going to conveniently adjust the rules and make up my own meme tag.

Instead of giving you 7 weird facts about me, I'm going to just make fun of seven other people and their weirdness while highlighting my own normalcy. That's easier and a lot more fun!

So here goes:

1. Unlike some people, I think bellybutton lint is utterly disgusting. I'm disgusted by my own, much less even thinking about someone else's. And there must be some official psychological disorder for someone who enjoys picking out their husband's bellybutton lint.

2. Unlike some people, I think Usama bin Laden is NOT handsome. Same goes for Ayman Al-Zawahiri, Bush, Musharraf, and all those other terrorists. On the other hand, Hugo Chavez has a cute pudgeball face – and his name totally rocks!

3. Unlike some people, I like to eat hard-boiled eggs (especially mixed into a bowl of Ful). I think Dave's problem may be that he's trying to eat it with the shell.

4. Unlike some people, I never fought with my cousins over who owned which galaxy. That's plain weird.

5. Unlike some people, I ate pizza as a child. I was not raised in a cave so pizza played a prominent role in my upbringing.

6. Unlike some people, I have never written poetry dedicated to watermelon. But I'll admit I once thought to serenade a mango.

7. Unlike some people, I have never been amazed by a washing machine. I find it rather odd to ponder over the intricacies of a wash cycle. I find myself more a dryer kinda guy – full of hot air.

8. Finally, some people just aren't weird – or they're simply holding back. I vote the latter. I am a good singer? I'm too quiet? I like sunflowers? That stuff ain't weird - what's weird is their concept of weird. These people need to fight over galaxies while eating pizza topped with hard-boiled eggs and watermelon and afterwards daydream about OBL's bellybutton lint in a washing machine...

And for those of you who may read this post and think, 'Gee, this Naeem dude is pretty darn normal. Ain't nothin' weird about him.', I'll give you one quick factoid to shatter that fallacy:

Back during my college years, I once fell asleep while driving. When I woke up, instead of hitting the brakes, I hit the accelerator. It took me about 5 or 6 seconds before I realized what was happening. In the meantime I veered across the highway, into and out of a 5 foot ditch, and finally into a bunch of bushes, before I finally hit the brakes.

And then a year or so later, I was driving home from the local 7-11 with some nacho chips and melted cheese and as I pulled into the local street, the chips fell over. So I leaned over to pick them up and when I looked up, the car was slowly drifting towards a dumpster. So I immediately hit the brakes. But instead I ended up hitting the gas and rammed into the dumpster.

So now I need to tag a bunch of other bloggers...its challenging to find people who haven't already been tagged, so here's my short list (advanced apologies if you've already done this tag):

Danya, Sophister, MrEspy, Amy, and Unique Muslimah

PS. I hope none of the referenced weirdos take my jabs personally. Just having some fun. :-)

The great military dic (is that the proper abbreviation for dictator?) otherwise known as Musharraf came to Riyadh and I was lucky enough to be stuck in a massive traffic jam caused by his entourage. The Saudi traffic police often close major highways for high-level delegates – I didn’t even venture out during the two days of the recent OPEC conference.

So this past Wednesday, Musharraf and I crossed paths. As I was sitting near the front of the traffic blockade, I saw the huge entourage pass by me. No words were spoken. Actually I had a few choice words, but methinks he ignored me.

Anyways, he didn’t come to the kingdom for some casual visit to Abdullah’s palace. Nor did he come to perform Umrah. Both of which are being purported by his administration to being the official reasons of his visit.

Popular theory is that he really came to initiate talks with Nawaz Sharif. Yeah, *that* Nawaz Sharif.

Although both sides are denying the possible meeting, isn’t such an event par for the Pakistani course?

Seriously folks, only Pakistani politics could come up with such a sadistic plot. Not even soap opera writers could come up with such a story (Arif, help me out here - was General Hospital ever this crazy?).

- Benazir Bhutto steals billions while in power and is ousted TWICE on charges of corruption.
- Nawaz Sharif is also kicked out of the Prime Minister office TWICE.
- The second time was when Musharraf overthrows Sharif’s government in a coup after Sharif denies his plane a safe landing into Pakistan. Musharraf exiles Sharif.
- After 8 years, Sharif tries to make a great return to Pakistan only to be unceremoniously kicked out again.
- After nearly a decade of exile in Dubai, Bhutto does succeed in making her great return, only to have a bomb blast kill over a hundred at her rally.
- Musharraf and the criminal Bhutto have talks about creating a shared government.
- Musharraf’s hold on power is threatened (due to various reasons) so he does what any military dick would do – declares martial law.
- Bhutto speaks out against Musharraf claiming to have a falling out since his martial law and gets house arrest for one day, while becoming the global face for democracy and order in Pakistan (huh?!).
- Musharraf goes to Sharif who is still exiled in Jeddah, looking for a new partner in crime.
- Finally, Musharraf is pregnant with Bhutto's child while Sharif claims he's the real father.

Tune in for the next episode of 'As The Paki World Turns (upside down)'!

Update (11/23 10pm): Surprise, surprise...Its official, Sharif will be returning to Pakistan to contest in the upcoming elections. The soap opera continues...

Is it fair that when a husband and wife are arguing, the wife can use sex as a tactic to get her way?

I mean, its never made explicit (except for those odd occasions where a group of wives publicly declare abstinence as a form of protest), but in the case of a typical martial brouhaha, both parties know what's going on – the man ain't sleeping on the couch cuz its warm and fuzzy, knaimsayin?

Its understood that man's physical needs are greater than woman's. So in the course of a dispute, when they are obviously not having conjugal relations, it'll be the man who's under greater pressure to concede.

So isn't there an implicit blackmail taking place?

As I figure, the poor chap has two options: Find a viable alternative or fight fire with fire.

As for the first option, I can envision polygamy playing a positive role in addressing this 'issue'. In the case of multiple wives, sex as a negotiating ploy is removed from the equation and the participants can deal with their problem in a fair and equitable manner.

Not wanting to get into the whole debate on the how's and why's of Quranic polygamy, I'm focusing simply on the dynamics of the specific issue mentioned in the title of this post.

As for the second option, the man can counter by hitting the woman where it hurts most – shopping.

'You no play, I no pay.'

Here in Saudi, the men have serious control over their wives' shopping habits since the women can't drive. So not only can the man not dish out the cash needed for shopping (in the case where the wife is not working), they can also force her to sit at home.

Seems like a nice balance – man's greatest need for woman's greatest need.

In the words of the great 80's philosopher from the A-Team, Hannibal Smith, "I love it when a plan comes together"!

Now that I think about it, maybe that's the real reason why women aren't allowed to drive here...to even the playing field.

Pure Genius!

Top three headlines in Al-Jazeera English TV the other day were the Pakistan turmoil, the clashes in Mogadishu between Ethiopian troops and Somali insurgents, and the anti-government protests in Malaysia.

I think enough has been said about Pakistan, so I won't rehash it here.

The tensions in Somalia have been simmering for quite some time, ever since the Ethiopian troops occupied the country and forced out the Islamic Courts.

Although the recent tragedy, where over 80 people have been killed, was sparked by the repugnant act of the dragging of slain Ethiopian troops, the root cause of the problem is the anti-Ethiopian sentiments held by most Somalis.

And in Malaysia, the non-violent protests by opposition groups led by Anwar Ibrahim are calling for fair elections and the removal of corrupt officials.

Looking at these three together, one common theme really stands out.

Not the call for democracy or the introduction of Sharia or the end of martial law or bringing back the Khilafa.

The common theme, and its true all across the South, is the call for self-determination. This is not about democracy. This is about self-determination, period.

Democratic elections are not enough. The government must genuinely reflect the best interests of the people, politically as well as economically, not the interest of foreign powers and multinational corporations.

South American countries have learned this lesson (you really need to read Naomi Klien's latest article "Latin America's Shock Resistance"):

"Latin America’s new leaders are also taking bold measures to block any future US-backed coups that could attempt to undermine their democratic victories. Chávez has let it be known that if an extremist right-wing element in Bolivia’s Santa Cruz province makes good on its threats against Morales’s government, Venezuelan troops will help defend Bolivia’s democracy. Meanwhile, the governments of Venezuela, Costa Rica, Argentina, Uruguay and Bolivia have all announced that they will no longer send students to the School of the Americas (now called the Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation)–the infamous police and military training center in Fort Benning, Georgia, where so many of the continent’s notorious killers learned the latest in “counterterrorism” techniques, then promptly directed them against farmers in El Salvador and auto workers in Argentina. Ecuador, in addition to closing the US military base, also looks set to cut its ties with the school. It’s hard to overstate the importance of these developments. If the US military loses its bases and training programs, its power to inflict shocks on the continent will be greatly eroded.

The new leaders in Latin America are also becoming better prepared for the kinds of shocks produced by volatile markets. One of the most destabilizing forces of recent decades has been the speed with which capital can pick up and move, or how a sudden drop in commodity prices can devastate an entire agricultural sector. But in much of Latin America these shocks have already happened, leaving behind ghostly industrial suburbs and huge stretches of fallow farmland. The task of the region’s new left, therefore, has become a matter of taking the detritus of globalization and putting it back to work. In Brazil, the phenomenon is best seen in the million and a half farmers of the Landless Peoples Movement (MST), who have formed hundreds of cooperatives to reclaim unused land. In Argentina, it is clearest in the movement of “recovered companies,” 200 bankrupt businesses that have been resuscitated by their workers, who have turned them into democratically run cooperatives. For the cooperatives, there is no fear of facing an economic shock of investors leaving, because the investors have already left.

Chávez has made the cooperatives in Venezuela a top political priority, giving them first refusal on government contracts and offering them economic incentives to trade with one another. By 2006 there were roughly 100,000 cooperatives in the country, employing more than 700,000 workers...

In 2005 Latin America made up 80 percent of the IMF’s total lending portfolio; the continent now represents just 1 percent–a sea change in only two years."

Its time the rest of the South learn the same lesson.

From Somalia to Georgia to Pakistan to Myanmar to Malaysia, the fundamental call of these peoples is the determination of their own fate.

Self-determination:
1. Determination by oneself or itself, without outside influence.
2. Freedom to live as one chooses, or to act or decide without consulting another or others.
3. The determining by the people of the form their government shall have, without reference to the wishes of any other nation, esp. by people of a territory or former colony.

Let the people decide their own fate, not only politically, but also economically (referring to IMF, the World Bank, the Washington Consensus, etc.).

Side Note: Speaking of Malaysia, check out their new Muslim car, equipped with a Qibla compass, a special place to store the headscarf (otherwise known as the glove compartment), and space to pray in the trunk (just kidding).

Around six months ago, Humza yells down to me, ‘Abujee, what should I wear?’

That’s a common question heard around our house every morning. Normally it’s addressed to his mother, but on the weekend mornings she sleeps in, giving me the opportunity to give Humza fashion tips from a Real Man (inspired by MrEspy).

‘Put on anything. You’re old enough to dress yourself!’ I reply to the seven year old.

Two minutes later, he comes down looking like this:

Now I’ll admit I’m no fashion aficionado (friends and foe alike will attest to that), but even I could tell there was something wrong with that picture. And you can see that I decided to have a bit of fun with the some added props.

As I mentioned, that was around 6 months ago.

Last night Humza went upstairs to put on his pajamas and he came back looking like this:



As bad as my taste may be in fashion, I can honestly say I’ve never been this...hmmmm...how can I word this...extravagant.

But you know the saddest part of this story? I probably wouldn't have said anything if it were not for the shock and horror of my wife when she saw Humza.

But seriously, I think the guiltiest party in this tragic tale is my wife for having bought him such bright orange clothing. What was she thinking?!

I thought orange was cool for toddlers and infants whose outfits are bought from Gymboree and Pumpkin Patch. Or high-schoolers who shop at Abercrombie and Fitch.

But a second-grader? Even a fashion imbecile like me can figure that one out...with a bit of assistance.

Very interesting article here about CBS News' report on the incredible number of US military suicides:

"At least 120 Americans who served in the U.S. military killed themselves per week in 2005, CBS News learned in a five-month investigation into veteran suicides. That's 6,256 veteran suicides in one year, in 45 states."

And that's not even counting the tens of thousands affected with psychological disorders such as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder leading to depression, domestic violence, and substance abuse.

I immediately thought of Chris Hedges' book "War is a force that gives us meaning", which talks about the psychological toll that war has on its participants.

And then I thought about a point I brought up in a recent post about how Allah (swt) does not love for His slave to embody the mentality of a mujahid - fighting is purely meant to be a temporary necessity, to be discharged as quickly as possible.

War is not only ravaging the innocent families over in Iraq and Afghanistan, but also those families who have foolishly sent their loved ones to fight these unjust invasions.

And if you aren't able to read the Hedges' book, then be sure to read his article in The Nation where he interviewed around 50 soldiers from Iraq, talking about their experiences of war.

Two incidents occurred in the past few days that highlight the unique nature of life in KSA.

First, I walked into one of our favorite bakeries to get some pita bread and biscuits. We've been going there on a regular basis for the past 4 years. My wife has made some large orders to take back to the US with her, so they know us well. But I guess not well enough:

Nice elderly man (as he's preparing my order): "So how many years has it been?"

Me: "Years since what?"

Nice man: "since you've been..."

Me: "Since I came last?? Yaar, I just came last week...I come almost every week!"

Nice man: "No, no...I mean how many years have you been working"

Me: "Huh? I've been here for 4 years working the entire time. What do you mean?"

Nice man: "I mean working for that Amriki lady. You know the lady who comes with you – how many years have you been driving for her?"

Me: "Oh bhai, I'm not her driver…that Amriki lady is my wife."

Nice man (turning as red as a brown-skinner can become): "Doh!"

Ahhh, the sweet benefits of being a Pakistani married to an Arab woman while living in the Gulf.

Then yesterday, we're at the hospital getting an ultrasound done on baby Ayah. Its no easy feat in holding down a crying baby to get the proper ultrasound pictures. My wife and the technician were positioning Ayah, while the ultrasound doctor was taking the images.

In the middle of all this, the doctor's cell phone rings and he proceeds to hold a casual 5 minute conversation with his friend. All the while, Ayah is lying on the examination bed, with her diaper off, crying to be held. And my wife couldn't pick her up because she had that ultrasound gel all over her waist and hips.

Once done with his conversation, the doctor simply turns and finishes the ultrasound, as if nothing had happened.

Oh well.

These types of interruptions are actually very common. I've sat in a doctor's room more than once and witnessed the doctor take phone calls in the middle of our conversation/examination.

Something bad is going to happen in Pakistan.

No, I’m not talking about the current martial law. Pakistanis have ‘been there, done that’ with most of Pakistan’s national existence occurring under military rule.

I’m talking about the Northwestern tribal areas. For years, the US and Afghanistan have complained about those areas being sanctuaries for Taliban and Al-Qaeda. The Pakistani military has had catastrophic failures in their attempts to control the lawless frontier.

I just saw an ABC news piece on the Swat valley having transformed into a Taliban-run region. This specific report showed pictures of a closed down police station and then a sign saying ‘Taliban station’ in Urdu, concluding that the Taliban closed down the former in order to replace it with the latter. They showed a rundown school with broken windows and desks, describing it as a girls school closed down by the Taliban. Scores of stores have closed down with only a single shop (wasn’t even a shop, it was a guy selling CD’s on a table) selling Islamic videos. They showed a caravan of cars and vans explaining that tens of thousands are escaping the Taliban violence.

Finally, with the reporter standing in a garden, she points to the ‘Taliban headquarters’ in the backdrop and concludes her report by describing the garden as having once been a popular social spot for families, but now the Taliban have closed it down.

So besides the obvious demonization of the Taliban, what is so noteworthy of this report?

This sort of propaganda is eerily reminiscent of the invasion of Afghanistan.

Girls schools being closed down. Video stores closed down. Strict Islamic law being implemented. Muslim extremists blowing up Buddha statues.

This sorta stuff is so 2001.

But this time, its happening in Pakistan.

And America’s cavalier attitude with the imposition of martial law is very revealing. Besides their hopes in Musharraf cracking down with an iron fist on the Northern areas, this may be their only chance to carry out cross border attacks from Afghanistan into Pakistan – maybe even carry out serious military incursions into the area.

They used similar justifications to invade an entire country. What’s to prevent them from invading an area sparsely populated by lawless bandits and Islamic extremists?

Many claim to love the king. It is as easy as uttering a few simple words.

But how many can lay claim to the king loving them? For so many, the king is not even cognizant of their existence, much less expressing any love for them.

Similarly, we all claim to love the King. I love Allah. You love Allah.

But the real question beckons 'Does He love us?'

Who can claim that Allah (swt) loves them?

The answer is found in the Quran.

Those who consistently practice patience (3:146),
Those who exhibit complete trust in Allah (3:159),
Those who embody piety and God-consciousness (3:76, 9:4, 9:7),
Those who are habitually upright, just, and fair in their dealings (5:42, 49:9, 60:8),
Those who fight in His cause (61:4),
Those who turn to Allah constantly seeking forgiveness (2:222),
Those who exemplify purity and cleanliness (9:108, 2:222)),
And those who personify Ihsan (2:195, 3:134, 3:148, 5:13, 5:93).

Note how all these verses, except the one on fighting*, are referring to those individuals who have embodied these particular traits.

These are the ones whom Allah loves.

Many claim to love Allah, but few can claim to be of the beloved of Allah. Let us strive to be of these select few.

In the days of old, a man bought a Muslim slave girl to help around the house. So one night, when everyone was asleep, the old man heard some crying in the other room. He quietly walked to the room and overheard the young slave crying as she was making her tahajjud (night prayer). The man listened until the girl cried out, ‘Ya Allah, I swear by Your love for me that I am in need of Your Mercy’.

When the man heard this, he burst into the room and angrily admonished the girl, ‘How dare you swear by Allah’s love for you? You cannot claim His love for you with such certainty! If anything, you should swear by your love for Allah.’

The girl responded with a respectful yet annoyed confidence, ‘O Master, I am indeed swearing by something I am absolutely certain of. If Allah did not love me, He would not have awakened me from my slumber to converse with Him while leaving you and the others to enjoy the warmth of your beds and the comfort of your sleep.’

*I'm no Jihad apologist, but its very interesting to note the difference in the way Allah (swt) expresses his love for those who fight for His cause. While he expresses love for the Saabir, Mutawakkil, Muttaqi, Muqsit, Tawaab, Muttahhir, and Muhsin, in the case of Qitaal (fighting), He doesn't use the form Qaatil (in the way the other words have been formed), rather He uses the form Alladhi Yuqatilu.

I read in this divine choice of words a distinct message from the Most High – that the state of warfare is not one to be embodied and imbued into our very being (as would be found in a Qaatil); it is temporary and once the obligation of waging war has been removed, the mindset of a warrior is not in and of itself beloved to Allah.

At the same time, it must be noted that this same group of verses highlights the exalted status of fighting for the cause of Allah. While no other act of worship (ie. praying, fasting, giving charity, etc.) has been listed as a means of gaining the love of Allah, fighting for His cause has been singled out.

So its no surprise that Musharraf declared martial law (can we please stop calling it ‘a state of emergency’?). After all, this was his only option to retain power as the Supreme Court was about to declare his bid for a 3rd presidential term unconstitutional.

So he suspends the constitution, clamps down on the media, arrests almost 1500 people, and replaces the Supreme Court with his handpicked lackeys.

Move along folks, nothing (new) to see here.

I just wanna know, who in their right mind – knowing what they now know – doubts that the government had a hand in the Bhutto assassination attempt? As well as the countless other suicide bombings that have ravaged the country since the Lal Masjid tragedy?

Am I a conspiracy theorist for thinking this?

And more importantly, thinking bigger picture here, its these types of events that lead me to the conclusion that any form of political activism is basically fruitless. I’m starting to see the wisdom of the Sufi and Tablighi Jamaat ways. These groups have long advocated staying out of politics and instead have focused on reforming the self.

Seriously folks, isn’t all this talk of democracy or political reform or khilafa or whichever political ideology with which you may align yourself truly futile when tyrants and despots can so easily overturn years and decades of work?

Look at Turkey and its history of military intervention in domestic politics. Pakistan’s been suffering this nonsense since its inception. Even Malaysia had its fiasco with the authoritarian Mahathir jailing the Islamically-oriented Anwar Ibrahim.

So screw all forms of political activism and let’s just work on the small circle of influence in which we live – ourselves, our families, and our local communities.

Anything more is sheer folly.

I finally got around to watching the Colbert interview on Meet the Press (Part1, Part2) and at one point, Tim Russert asked him about this quote from his new satirical book:

"America used to live by the motto ‘Father knows best’, now we’re lucky if ‘Father knows he has children’…There’s more to being a father than taking kids to Chuck E Cheese and supplying the occasional Y-chromosome. A father has to be a provider, a teacher, a role mode, but most importantly, a distant authority figure who can never be pleased." (emphasis added)

First of all, realize that Colbert is a walking, taking tongue-in-the-cheek attack on conservative Republicans. That’s his shtick. His humor comes from taking swipes at common conservative stereotypes – that’s why his fanbase is largely lefty liberals.

And so his book (which I haven’t read) is obviously an extension of his act. I realize all this.

At the same time, political humor is a very effective tool in promoting one’s own ideology while mocking the opponents’. That’s why I found that last highlighted part of the quote to be very telling about the concept of fatherhood being touted by the liberals.

As I understand it, they’re targeting the traditional father figure who was always aloof from his children, busy with work, while restricting his role with the kids to strict disciplinarian.

What the alternative that is being offered I can only guess. Everything opposite. Which isn’t all bad.

In the perfect balance, the father would be intimately involved with raising the children, providing the support to achieve realistic, realizable goals. The father wouldn't be some cold, stoic provider, but an emotional leader in raising the family.

I get that.

My concern is that the western model isn’t trying to balance it out. As with so many other progressive ideas, such as feminism, homosexuality, role of religion in public life, they’ve taken one extreme and countered it with their own extreme.

And in the case of fatherhood, I believe that progressive liberals are (maybe unknowingly) calling for the emasculation of the patriarch.

The new age American father is not an authority in the house – he’s a partner. The father disciplines by joking around with the child – becomes a best friend. The father is leary of setting aggressive standards for the child – mustn’t let the child’s self-esteem take a hit, ever. And never, ever, ever raise your hand to the child.

I was raised in a very traditional Pakistani home. My parents had the good cop-bad cop routine down to a science. My father would discipline. My mother would wipe away the tears.

Being a doctor, he was always working crazy hours (that’s the only way we could sneak in ‘Friday Night Videos’ – precursor to MTV – yes folks, there was a time when MTV didn’t exist).

When it came to personal achievements, he wasn’t one to gush over us, but we could sense his pride, subtle as it was. Instead of worrying about our self-worth or hurting our feelings, his main concern was imbuing us with core principles of honesty, respect, piety, and honor.

When it came to our father, we had a clear understanding of our roles. We were the children. He was the father. Full stop. He wasn’t our mother and he surely wasn’t our buddy.

We loved our father, but we also feared him. Not sure which emotion was greater.

But now, the fear is gone and has been replaced with respect. The love remains.

From my understanding, this is the standard operating procedure when it comes to fathers. Sure, certain aspects can be improved upon and tweaked, but it seems the new age model of fatherhood is unwisely attempting to turn this paradigm on its head and rebrand the image of the father into a very unhealthy hybrid between father, mother, and friend.

And do check out Tariq’s post on the decline of fatherhood.

Let's get some good news for a change, eh? Check out the Top Ten Green Skyscrapers.

Nice to see that three of the top 10 are in the Muslim world.

I just wish the eco-awareness would trickle down to the Muslim street. You listening Cairo ("the average resident of Cairo ingests more than 20 times the acceptable level of air pollution a day, the same as a pack of cigarettes"), Karachi ("the most air polluted city in the world"), and Jakarta (just see the pictures)?!

BTW, I wonder how eco-friendly the new tower currently under construction in Lahore (right across the street from my parent's home) will be?

On second thought, who cares - its doing wonders to the real estate value of the neighborhood!!

And since we're on the subject of skyscrapers, here are the pics of the two towers in Riyadh that I've been promising for quite some time:

I know, I know, after all these years these are some pretty crappy pics. In my defense, its not easy being a bearded brown-skinner walking around with a camera trying to take pictures of famous landmarks! We actually got serious police attention one time when I was simply showing a friend how to use my digital camera while parked in front of the Marriott where he was staying. They basically detained us for over an hour, asking all sorts of questions...

So appreciate these pics and the sacrifices I go through for you, my loyal reader. :-)

A while back Lone Leaf commented:

“If God wills that I have children, I will never ever send them to Islamic school. Ever.”

Pretty strong words.

Although I can’t talk to her motivations, I must admit that I’m not very impressed with the Muslim school alternative that we’ve created in the US over the past two decades or so.

I’ve been thinking for some time about Muslim schools in the West. Are they really worth it?

I mean really, what benefits have we gained from these fulltime schools? Have the communities running these schools done any sort of ROI (Return-on-Investment) analysis to ensure that the graduates of these schools are actually worth the immense effort? I really wish that a proper comparative analysis could be performed between graduates from these schools versus their Muslim peers attending public schools.

I bet that the findings would show that the affect of the school (excluding the affect of the home) is minimal. Too often people look at the few exemplary students attending these schools as proof of the schools success. But those students are more a product of their homes and efforts of their parents than of the full-time Islamic school.

In many communities the schools are sucking up valuable resources to operate them. I spoke to a brother in Baltimore whose Masjid is currently subsidizing the school with almost $200,000 a year, an incredible 20% of the annual budget of the Masjid! Additionally, he mentioned, there are soft costs rarely considered, such as the usage of the Masjid facilities and the lower salaries accepted by the teachers for the sake of helping the community.

And its not only financial. So much time and effort goes into running a fulltime school. What if those resources were redirected towards other more effective ventures, such as community services (such as elderly support or free clinics) or dawah or adult education?

And the target audience for these schools is such a small percentage of the overall community that it hardly seems justified. I would estimate that the 400 or so students attending the Masjid fulltime school in Baltimore are approximately 10% of the full population of Muslim youth in the community. What is being done for the remaining 90%?

I propose that we dedicate more resources to creating stronger after-school programs as well as weekend schools that target a greater percentage of our youth. I don’t think we’ll ever get 100% attendance, but surely we can get more than the measly 10% that the fulltime schools are targeting.

A Big Brother/Sister program established at all the smaller local Masjids would go a long way towards addressing the needs of the neglected majority of Muslim youth. Weekly day trips and monthly weekend camps could target thousands if done properly.

Additionally, we all know that the first and most important school for children is their home. Why not dedicate our scant resources towards helping families create a stronger Islamic environment at home. Communities with full time schools are so preoccupied with the school and all its peripheral issues that the most critical element of the community, the family, is being ignored.

We’re seeing skyrocketing rates of divorce, domestic abuse, neglected children, and poor parental skills resulting in an overall unhealthy home environment. Fulltime Islamic schools are not addressing these issues.

Imagine if hundreds of thousands of dollars were invested into weekly seminars with trained professionals giving sound Islamic counseling. How about a fulltime family counseling service? Social work within our communities is neglected and needs to be given greater import.

Other social needs include the ongoing problems for converts, sisters, and Muslims struggling with their faith. What are we doing to address their pressing needs? Instead we’re so engrossed with these unproven fulltime Islamic schools.

It seems that we’re stuck in the original mindset of the first generation of Muslims who migrated to the West. In addition to being too busy with establishing their careers to properly raise their children, they discovered that the public schools were replete with unIslamic behavior spoiling the minds and actions of their children. So they reflexively sought refuge from this great unknown by creating Muslim schools.

However, time has shown the dangers of these public schools to be secondary to the various poisons prevalent in overall society. Parents, especially those who have gone through the public school system, have learned that the minds and actions of their children are not being formed and malformed by the schools but by society at large. And this society is equally accessible in fulltime Islamic schools as it is in the public schools.

So the new paradigm shift must take us from concentrating on building Islamic schools to developing Islamic homes and Muslim families.

Maryam and Humza are in the process of learning to swim. Our compound has a nice sized 8-lane pool which is rarely ever used, so we try to take advantage whenever we have time.

Humza’s gotten the hang of it, while Maryam is slowly progressing. The other day, I was pleasantly surprised when Maryam was able to swim across the width of the pool without any assistance.

So on the car ride home, I asked her what she was thinking as she swam across. She replied, ‘I was thinking to make Abujee (that’s me) proud, to make Mama proud, and I wanted to make Allah proud.’

Very nice, I thought. But something was missing.

If you were raised in the West (which I was) or a regular viewer of Oprah (which I am not), you’ll immediately pick it up.

Figure it out?

She didn’t mention that she wanted to be proud of herself.

The hardcore Pakistani father inside me thought ‘Damn straight’ (with a desi accent, of course) – she’s got her priorities in order. No need to fall for all this Dr. Phil mumbo jumbo, love-yourself-before-you-love-others crap. Please Allah and please the parents and everything else will fall into place.

The liberal American-born Muppie (Muslim Urban Professional) inside me thought I should be concerned about her (potential) lack of self-esteem. Don’t I want to raise her to please her own conscience before trying to please anyone else? Isn’t this the type of personality that is susceptible to spousal abuse?

Ideally, the middle ground is the best, where the individual is pleased with him/herself while also striving to please Allah and the parents. But I’ve seen too many kids raised in the West carrying the ‘What about *me* and what *I* want’ attitude.

That scares me.

I’m hesitantly leaning towards erring on the side of caution and raising my children free from egomaniacal tendencies and unhealthy extremes of self-pride by avoiding all talk of making yourself proud.

Not convinced that's the right decision.

In the end, I chose silence, sending Maryam off with a good ‘Shabaash’ (‘atta boy’ in Urdu).

For now.

Its almost too obvious to state. You can't bomb an ideology. You must challenge it with a greater ideology. Sadly, that simple lesson has been lost on those waging their war on terror.

Almost seems as if they really don't care about defeating the ideas, but simply care to destroy/occupy/control/manipulate those societies that shelter the individuals who espouse those ideas.

The real solution is coming from those with a vested interest in defeating the ideology while preserving the citizens holding those errant ideas.

There's the Dialogue Committee in Yemen, established several years ago, that fights terrorism through constructive engagement.

This article from the Guardian states that "Egypt's counter-radicalisation programmes are the most extensive of any Arab country".

And then there's the Jihad Rehab Camp outside of Riyadh, where they rehabilitate capture jihadis in a most friendly manner. (h/t to Sunni Sister)

This really isn't rocket science.

Oh wait, its international politics at its dirtiest and most conniving. Makes rocket science seem like first grade math.

Note: Of course many Muslim regimes aren't too shy in wielding the dometic stick and claiming their own war on terror to justify their political goals, but that also is too obvious to state.

And one final obvious statement: These countries have taken up these tactics not out of any concern or welfare for the individuals, but more for political expediency and self-preservation, having seen the danger posed by their jihadi mindset. Nonetheless, it beats the other mindless approach of calling for a war on terror.