3/7 UPDATE: Fisk is reporting that America is attempting to supply the Libyan rebels with anti-tank rockets and ground-to-air missiles.
I am extremely intrigued by this news-item revealing the capture of covert MI6 officers by anti-Qaddafi forces near Benghazi.
The official UK government line states that the ‘diplomatic team’ experienced some ‘difficulties’ in their attempt to reach out to the Libyan opposition.
Uhmmm...Sure.
Care to explain what the group’s contact on the ground, another MI6 officer named Tom, was doing ‘working as an administrator’ for the PAST 5 MONTHS on the farm where they were caught?
It's quite plausible that the UK would send some undercover forces to secretly help the Libyan opposition. But did they play a greater role in the lead-up to the recent rebellion, seeing as they had some sort of clandestine presence for the past 5 months?
This leads a wider question on the overall role of the outside forces (read: West) in what is commonly perceived as a purely populist uprising throughout the Middle East.
BTW, this incident reminds me of the 2005 incident in Iraq where UK forces raided a local police station to free two British undercover agents, arrested for planting a car bomb.
Quite a bumbling lot, these MI6 lads.
British Intel Caught in Libya
Monday, March 7, 2011
Monday, March 07, 2011 | Labels: politics | 5 Comments
62% Divorce Rate in Saudi Arabia
Saturday, March 5, 2011
I must admit that I was (naively?) shocked to read this recent article stating the enormously high divorce rate. I had heard about divorce skyrocketing in recent times, but I never imagined it was this high.
Without getting into any deep socio-psycho analysis of the Saudi landscape, I can say that it actually isn't very surprising.
The two genders live in completely separate universes, intermixing only in forbidden encounters or after marriage. For the most part, they have created lives devoid of the other. The males go out for nightly coffee sessions and weekend desert forays while the females busy themselves at the malls and salons, if and when they are allowed out.
In and of itself, the mere separation of activities by gender in the pre-marital years does not lead to a failed marriage.
But when these activities persist after marriage, with the husband and wife insisting on the continuation of their pre-marital lifestyle, the bonds of marriage are never afforded a rich soil wherein the roots can flourish and strengthen.
In my own experience, it’s not uncommon to see young married men going out with the guys almost every night, while the wives are at home tending to the young children.
And then there is the trend of many young Saudi women having lofty expectations that their male counterparts simply cannot fulfill. From the need for a villa to a housemaid and a driver to an expense account beyond the fiscal capacity of the husband, Saudi women can be very costly to maintain.
Also, the education disparity between the genders must also be considered. While many Saudi women are completing their degrees and even continuing onto graduate school (after all, they have not much else to do), many Saudi men struggle to finish college, busying themselves with questionable business ventures as well as social misadventures.
Finally, other more seedy variables, such as homosexuality and pornography, are surely playing an unwelcome role in the divorce phenomenon.
All in all, it’s a very sad situation, with the next generation of Saudis (ie. the children) being the biggest losers.
Saturday, March 05, 2011 | Labels: life in Saudi Arabia, social problems | 6 Comments
Tangled Pakistani-American Web
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Here is an excellent article detailing the multiple layers of complexity that make up the American-Pakistani relationship.
Once you read this piece, you'll have a much better understanding of the different layers of deceit that pollute that region's politics.
And the writer finishes his article with a nice bang, calling out America's new policy of hiring private contractors who are beyond the accountability reach of the US Government.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011 | Labels: Pakistan, politics, war on terror | 0 Comments
Dhikr 101
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Two of the most basic and powerful words of dhikr, known even to Muslim pre-schoolers, are the beautiful words SubhanAllah (سبحان الله ) and Alhamdul-Illah (الحمد لله) . Found sprinkled throughout the Quran and Prophetic sayings, the former is often translated as ‘Glory be to Allah’, while the latter as ‘Praise to Allah’.
And ever since ever, I’ve always had a difficult time internalizing these two most fundamental words of divine remembrance.
What does it really mean to Glorify Allah? After all, the entire heavens and earth are in a constant state of divine glorification. How can I join them, notwithstanding my mere vocalization of the term? Why are these two terms so often found interconnected? How are the two different from each other? Glory is in some ways similar to Praise, so aren’t these two adhkaar (pl. dhikr) somewhat redundant?
I felt that I needed a deeper connection with these two terms. And the common translations and explanations simply weren’t cutting it.
Until I heard a recent lecture where the speaker really broke it down in a most effective manner.
He explained that SubhanAllah is declaring Allah’s purity. Allah (swt) is pure from all negative qualities. He is free from all deficiencies. He is void of all defects - defects we may commonly associate with His creation. Thus, we are affirming Allah’s divinity by freeing Him of any and all anthropomorphic qualities.
He is free from all that is Evil.
And when we follow it with Alhamdul-Illah, we are praising Allah for all His positive traits. After having removed the possibility of any negative qualities, we are now declaring that He is perfect in all His positive qualities. He is perfect in His power, His knowledge, His mercy, His love, His sight, His hearing, and so on.
He is perfect in all that is Good.
While the former negates, the latter affirms.
While the former voids, the latter validates.
While the former empties, the latter fills.
Together, they form the perfect symbiotic relationship of words to describe and praise Allah (swt).
Wednesday, February 16, 2011 | Labels: Divine Rememberance, Islam, Spirituality | 10 Comments
Egypt’s Future: Look to Turkey, Pakistan
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Now that Mubarak has decided to buy a Winnebago and cruise the streets of Sharm el-Sheikh, Egyptians can look forward to a democratic future. And if they wish to look deeper into the crystal ball and see where they’re heading, they needn’t look any further than Turkey and Pakistan.
Both of these heavily-populated pillars of the Muslim world have made bumpy transitions to a democratic system. However, these democracies survive not on any constitutionally-based principle, but on the mercy of the paternalistic, over-bearing military.
The Egyptian masses may eventually ‘wield the power’ to determine which crooked politician is the lesser of two evils, but Gold help them if they attempt to voice their frustrations on economic inequalities or a more just foreign policy. This is the dominion of the powerful elites and normal people are not allowed to meddle therein.
In the same manner that I give my son the freedom to choose his meal from a restaurant’s menu, stepping in when I feel that he’s getting out of control and too dessert-happy, the military has generously afforded the citizenry of these three Muslim nations the freedoms to choose from a political menu of controlled choices, ready to pounce in when the masses get too free with their freedoms.
After all folks, self-determination for the uncivilized has its limitations.
Egyptians can look forward to periods of civilian rule interrupted by military intervention whenever America the military elite feel the nation is headed in a direction antithetical to their private interests.
And that, my friends, is the future of Egypt: controlled democracy.
Undoubtedly it’s better than oppressive autocratic rule.
But why must our ceiling remain so low?
Sunday, February 13, 2011 | Labels: democracy, Egypt, politics | 6 Comments
Egypt: Heed the Lesson of Pakistan
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Amidst all the euphoria and jubilation running through the throngs of protesters as they sense the realization of their primary objective (the ousting of Mubarak), I find myself weary of the epilogue.
I remember back in 2007 and 2008, when another embattled ex-military general president, Pervez Musharraf, was similarly fighting for his political life. The movement calling for his removal had also gained considerable momentum and the public was looking forward to 'change'.
Major protests, led by Pakistani lawyers, against Musharraf's dismissal of the nation's top judges as well as a dubious alliance between Nawaz Sharif and Benazir Bhutto calling for his impeachment combined for a very uncomfortable situation for the man infamously referred to by W. Bush as 'the General'.
Finally, when the dust settled and Musharraf was sent scurrying to London on a 'self-imposed' exile, the Pakistani peoples finally had their day. So how did they celebrate their chance to decide their political future? They put their minds together and elected their knight in shining armor:
A sleazy used-car salesman, better known to the world as Asif Zardari.
(excuse me while I pick up my keyboard that I just threw against the wall)
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OK, I'm back.
So, my advice to the people of Egypt is to temper your emotions and focus not on who you were able to depose, but on who will replace him.
*That* is the real challenge.
And if history is any indicator, it doesn't bode well for my Misri brothers and sisters.
True revolutions aren't made by mass protests and Tweeting and checking out Facebook. They are made by changing the hearts and minds of the masses. Once this foundation is present, then the protests and and social movements and political machinations can lead to a successful change.
Until then, we're all suckers waiting to get ripped off by sleazy used-car salesmen.
Wednesday, February 02, 2011 | Labels: Egypt, Muslims, Pakistan, politics | 8 Comments
Palestinian Sheeple
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Sheeple: People unable to think for themselves. Followers. Lemmings. Those with no cognitive abilities of their own.
I have always wondered how masses of people could rally in support of their dictators and political overlords. Whether is was Saddam or Arafat or Qaddafi or whoever, I have never been able to wrap my mind around thousands of their supporters chanting their name, carrying their blown-up portraits, and proclaiming allegiance to these most wicked of humans.
I always figured they were simply deluded by the hope of some measly crumbs falling from the presidential coffers onto their plates. Or they genuinely felt that their leader would one day lead them to victory, however they chose to define it.
In the end, I gave these masses the benefit of the doubt that due to the repressive nature of the government in conjunction with the constant stream of lies by the government-controlled media combined with their difficult,impoverished lives, they just didn't know any better.
But what can you say of a people who have had the fog of lies lifted before their very eyes and the curtain has been flung aside to reveal the true nature of the wizard, yet they persist in their loyalty to their crooked leaders?
Sheeple.
That's what I find myself thinking of these Palestinians who rallied yesterday to show solidarity for their beloved Abbas.
I fully expected Tunisia/Egypt-style rioting and protests in the West Bank, but instead we have Palestinians rallying IN SUPPORT of the Palestinian Authority (!!).
Verily, people get the leaders they deserve.
Saturday, January 29, 2011 | Labels: Palestine, politics | 7 Comments
Is the Basis of Modern-Day Medicine All Wrong?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I have long questioned the role of major pharmaceutical companies in misdirecting and corrupting healthcare. They carry too much power in influencing the type of care many doctors give to their patients.
For example, here in Riyadh, it's all too common for a doctor to prescribe a litany of drugs for any and all ailments. I can't even begin to count the number of times that we took Humza to his pediatrician with allergy-like symptoms and returned with 6 to 7 different medicines.
There is big money to be made in this business of selling drugs.
This documentary from Al-Jazeera sheds some light on the "pervasive fraud, fatal side effects, and huge kick-backs paid to doctors" that plagues Big Pharma.
Also, these articles (here, here, and here) will provide some background on how the unimaginable greed displayed by these multi-billion dollar corporations is placing our lives at risk.
The latest finding is this Newsweek article that questions the foundation of many medical studies, which center around drugs and their supposed benefits.
"A study might ask whether coffee raises the risk of joint pain, or headaches, or gallbladder disease, or hundreds of other ills. “When you do thousands of tests, statistics says you’ll have some false winners,” says Ioannidis. Drug companies make a mint on such dicey statistics. By testing an approved drug for other uses, they get hits by chance, “and doctors use that as the basis to prescribe the drug for this new use. I think that’s wrong.” Even when a claim is disproved, it hangs around like a deadbeat renter you can’t evict. Years after the claim that vitamin E prevents heart disease had been overturned, half the scientific papers mentioning it cast it as true, Ioannidis found in 2007...
Of course, not all conventional health wisdom is wrong. Smoking kills, being morbidly obese or severely underweight makes you more likely to die before your time, processed meat raises the risk of some cancers, and controlling blood pressure reduces the risk of stroke. The upshot for consumers: medical wisdom that has stood the test of time—and large, randomized, controlled trials—is more likely to be right than the latest news flash about a single food or drug."
And finally, here is a nice article on the corporate dollar corrupting medical research.
Yes, let us keep believing that capitalism is but a minor inconvenience in these troubling times. While so many Muslims have convinced themselves that theological teachings, political participation, or spiritual purification are the various roads to true reform, this economic juggernaut of free-market capitalism is getting a free-pass while wreaking unbelievable havoc throughout the world.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011 | Labels: capitalism, Western Culture | 4 Comments
Eating at Home is Good for You
Monday, January 17, 2011
I highly recommend this article titled, 'How Eating at Home Can Save Your Life'. The writer doesn't just rail against fast-food restaurants, but stresses the importance of 'the ecology of eating', which includes knowing what foods you eat, preparing the various dishes, and enjoying it together as a family.
I particularly found the Family Dinner suggestion to be on-point, especially since we practice all the suggested guidelines in our own home:
"Reinstate the Family Dinner
Read Laurie David's "The Family Dinner". She suggests the following guidelines: Make a set dinnertime, no phones or texting during dinner, everyone eats the same meal, no television, only filtered or tap water, invite friends and family, everyone clean up together."
The institution of the family dinner that we saw as recent as a generation ago, is slowly withering away. Eating a meal is now seen as a biological function that is more efficiently carried out with a 'quick bite', as opposed to the more time-consuming family dinner that places everyone's life on a collective 'pause' and presents us with an amazing social opportunity and family-bonding experience.
Savoring the company of one's family over a meal is infinitely more valuable than savoring the meal itself. Unfortunately, the utilitarian mindset that is overtaking the world prevents us from appreciating this fact.
Monday, January 17, 2011 | Labels: married life, raising kids, social problems | 4 Comments
Solitude and Leadership
Friday, January 14, 2011
A while back I posted on the Joy of Boredom and how it's actually very productive to experience extended moments of 'nothing'.
That's why I found myself so enthralled by this speech given to the incoming class at historic West Point Military Academy. William Deresiewicz speaks about moments of solitude being critical in developing an individual's own thoughts and ideas.
I would only add that in addition to everything the speaker said, imagine the power of solitude when combined with the 'company' of Allah (swt). After all, the concepts of khalwa (solitude) and muraqabah (isolated introspection) resonate throughout the spiritual teachings of our deen.
Indeed it is a sad reflection of our times (and of ourselves, moreso) that so many of us are simply incapable of sitting alone with just our thoughts and Allah (swt). We are constantly in need of external sources of stimulation. We are constantly in search of ways to avoid being alone with ourselves. Solitude is seen as a waste of valuable time. It has been deemed 'inefficient' by the calculus of modern society. But how else can we ever travel down the path of deep reflection and introspection?
And seeing that many of us are parents, the essence of this lecture ought to be passed along to our next generation.
Here's the link:
http://www.theamericanscholar.org/solitude-and-leadership/
And here's a taste of what he says:
"You can just as easily consider this lecture to be about concentration as about solitude. Think about what the word means. It means gathering yourself together into a single point rather than letting yourself be dispersed everywhere into a cloud of electronic and social input. It seems to me that Facebook and Twitter and YouTube—and just so you don’t think this is a generational thing, TV and radio and magazines and even newspapers, too—are all ultimately just an elaborate excuse to run away from yourself. To avoid the difficult and troubling questions that being human throws in your way. Am I doing the right thing with my life? Do I believe the things I was taught as a child? What do the words I live by—words like duty, honor, and country—really mean? Am I happy?"
"Multitasking, in short, is not only not thinking, it impairs your ability to think. Thinking means concentrating on one thing long enough to develop an idea about it. Not learning other people's ideas, or memorizing a body of information, however much those may sometimes be useful. Developing your own ideas. In short, thinking for yourself. You simply cannot do that in bursts of 20 seconds at a time, constantly interrupted by Facebook messages or Twitter tweets, or fiddling with your iPod, or watching something on YouTube."
Friday, January 14, 2011 | Labels: Divine Rememberance, Modernity, Muslims, Spirituality, war on nafs, Western Culture | 0 Comments
Spread of the Western Lifestyle
Sunday, January 9, 2011
So I’m reading this must-read article in the Wall Street Journal, ‘Chinese Mothers are Superior’, about the way Chinese mothers raise their children in a strict, disciplinarian manner with high standards - in stark contrast to the Western method of coddling and appeasing the child’s self-esteem. I must admit that eventhough I’m convinced of the benefits found in the former approach, I’m guilty of practicing the latter. Not sure if my American sensibilities get in the way or if it's my wife’s guilt trips, but for the most part I find myself regularly letting my kids off the hook. I seriously need to commit myself to the more effective Chinese approach but with the most critical element of Islam and spirituality injected into the mix.
Anyways, I somehow end up reading this other WSJ article discussing a parenting revolution taking place in China where the current generation of parents are leaning towards a more liberal approach to raising children. As cited in the article, one of the top-selling books in China, titled ‘A Good Mom Is Better Than a Good Teacher’, “encourages independence and freedom while cautioning parents against overprotecting their children.” This revolutionary parenting advice of nurturing independent thought and questioning authority are cornerstones of Western thought and fly directly in the face of traditional Chinese parenting techniques.
And then I recall seeing a recent news report about countless elderly Chinese parents living a life of isolation and seclusion. And so to curb this negative trend, the Chinese courts have allowed these parents to sue their children for neglect and disregard.
The first thing that springs to my mind, admittedly as an outsider, is the seeming disintegration of basic Chinese values that I have long admired. The Far East was a land where elders were respected and children knew their place. Granted, these values defining the child-parent relationship are essentially ‘Eastern’, found throughout the Muslim world and Africa as well, but China has always been the embodiment of all things East.
Sadly, it is truly indicative of the times we live in, where the tentacles of the Western lifestyle are not sparing any nation or land. China is just the latest in the list of casualties.
Sunday, January 09, 2011 | Labels: East meets West, Modernity, raising kids, social problems, Western Culture | 11 Comments
Divine Intervention (repost)
Monday, December 6, 2010
This is a repost from several years ago. Considering my current state of spiritual affairs, I felt this post to be timely. Maybe some of you may feel the same way.
Enjoy!
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Riyadh is a very dusty city; sandy would be a better word if only it didn't sound so feminine. Being situated in the middle of a desert might explain this oh-so-special trait of Riyadh. Sandstorms sweep through on a weekly, sometimes nightly basis. Makes for a funtime if you like the grit of sand between your teeth. The geographical location of this oasis city results in a very trying time for those who are allergically sensitive to dust. And I am allergically sensitive to dust.
Recently its gotten too much, especially in the early mornings. I'm waking up with a tissue in my hand, eyes watering and nose dripping. Its hard enough waking for Fajr at 3:30 in the morning, but its even harder with these allergies beckoning me back to sleep.
I can tough it out I think to myself. It'll go away. It always goes away. But never without a fight.
But man, this time its tough. My allergy attacks never lasted more than a couple days and here I am going on day four with no sign of relief. If I'm not blowing my nose, I'm sneezing.
Don't get me wrong, sneezing isn't always a bad thing. The body always benefits from this indiscriminate system reboot. After all, when Allah(swt) blew the spirit into Adam, he sneezed followed by a hearty 'Praise be to Allah'. So I like the occasional sneeze. Just not when I'm trying to snuggle into my inviting bed of dhikr wearing my cozy pajamas of taqwa waiting to savor every sip of my hot cup of Divine Love.
Go away, you unwelcome vagabond! This is supposed to me my personal quiet time. I’ve been making excuses for the past several months that I’ll get my spiritual mojo back come summer. I just need some silence and stillness I convinced myself, and I’ll be back dancing with the angels, cloud hopping in the presence of my beloved (saw), drunk with the dhikr of Allah.
Oh how I yearn for those days of intense inner tranquility when I found my soul in sync with my surroundings – all peace all the time. I want back my early morning Tahajjud prayers but these allergies are mockingly denying me, ‘Thank your Lord you’re catching Fajr.’ I want to revisit the sweet silence of sajdah (prostration), but my throbbing sinuses are screaming, ‘Get up you moron or I’m going to implode your head!’ I want my free-flowing tears back, but all my puffy eyes have to offer are annoying watery bubbles. I’ve foolishly planned all year for this moment, *my* moment, naively thinking spiritual ecstasy can be summoned like a genie from the lamp.
And here some stupid specks of sand are sullying my immature aspirations. Ah, the justice of it all.
Day four and I’m getting desperate.
I finally turn to Him. How sad that I only knock on His door when I’m desperate, when all else has failed but that’s the least of my worries right now.
"Ya Allah, please help me. Please help me for no other reason but to allow me to begin my journey back to You."
Blank. I stammer and stutter only to append some hollow prayers that I memorized in Sunday School.
Huh? Is that all I can conjure up?! Is my inside so dry, parched from the heat of my lowly passions that I can’t even muster a respectable appeal? How pathetic!
Confident that they’ve found an ideal incubator, my allergies snicker at my paltry plea with a loud sneeze.
I have got to kickstart my heart after my embarrassingly long existential hibernation just so I can *begin* to put together some coherent thoughts in the presence of my Creator. I can’t even make the simplest prayer. Fitting I suppose. Can’t waltz right into the King’s court in your jammies with crusty eyes and nasty morning breath expecting His audience.
You fool! You get what you deserve.
For too long my desires have sucked my heart dry of its vitality. I have fueled my anger, overfed my stomach, allowed free reign to my tongue, and harbored thoughts unthinkable.
Woe am I! How I wish atonement for my heedlessness could be achieved by a hundred lashes to my heart. If it were just that simple.
Ya Allah, but why complicate my endeavor with such an unnecessary impediment? At least play fair. Remove the allergies and give me a fighting chance.
But then it hits me in the midst of my blasphemous tirade. Who am I to decide when and where and how I can approach the court of His Majesty? How arrogant of me to think that I can schedule my purification!
'Silly child, My door is always open to those in search of My Mercy, but those who wish to run in and out will find Me not so welcoming of the tracks made by their muddy shoes on the carpet of My Love'
These allergies are a gentle, loving rebuke by the Most Compassionate. It is His way of letting me know that this journey is not to be taken lightly as an amusement or a sport.
'Wipe your shoes at the door and don't go back out again.'
Day five and I wake up with nothing. I barely even noticed until I went down into sajdah and realized I could breath.
With tears I refused to hold back in a sajdah I refused to arise from, I cried 'You are so beautiful to me and I am so ugly to You. You give and You give while I take and I take. What has this despicable slave ever done to deserve Your attention? When will I ever be able to give back to You? How will I ever be able to give back to You?'
This is the story of my Divine Intervention.
Monday, December 06, 2010 | Labels: Divine Rememberance, Islam, Spirituality, war on nafs | 6 Comments
FBI 'thwarts' another terrorist plot
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Here's an excellent breakdown by Glenn Greenwald on the case against 19-year-old Somali-American, Mohamed Osman Mohamud.
His second and third points are most noteworthy.
Clearly these disillusioned schmucks aren't completely innocent, but the Muslim community in America needs to call out the FBI on their slimy tactics used to entice, entangle, and enable these misguided individuals (they freakin' gave the kid $3000 to pay his rent!!).
I've grown tired of this endless stream of entrapment cases by the US government. Not sure when American Muslims will finally take a stand against these PR stunts which are ruining lives of young Muslims.
Sadly, in the present political climate, American Muslims are in no position to make such demands. But hey, Muslims in America are more free to practice their religion than in the Muslim world.
Yaaayyyy?
Saturday, December 04, 2010 | Labels: American Islam, war on terror | 2 Comments
Essential Advice to my Readers
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sorry for the long lay-off. Still not sure if I want to return to blogging, but for now...
I will share with you a most vital bit of advice.
NEVER, EVER vacuum up vomit. It will stink up the internals of your vacuum and then whenever you use it in the future, it will smell up the entire room with the oh-so-pleasant smell of regurgitated chicken curry.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Oh, and please don't ask my wife who was the genius who decided to use the vacuum on the vomit. She'll be more than happy to oblige, with some very colored words directed at yours truly.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010 | Labels: Humor, married life, raising kids | 6 Comments
How to become a LOYAL Muslim American
Friday, August 20, 2010
I want to thank Salon and Osman Adnan for finally explaining to me how I can become a loyal Muslim American. Never having felt comfortable with being just a Muslim American, I have scoured the planet endlessly searching for the recipe for true loyalty to my birth-nation.
Finally, I have discovered it: Attend a Catholic school, celebrate bar mitzvahs and Christmas parties, have an Irish best friend (preferably born on 4th of July), join the military service, keep public displays of your Muslim faith to a minimum and carry a flag of the USA in your back pocket in case some pathetic Muslim child in some far-off pathetic land needs a reminder of your nation's unending benevolence - 'Hey, please don't mind the drone attack that just wiped out your entire village and uhmm, yeah, ignore our propping up brutal dictators across the Muslim world and go ahead and overlook our occupation of two major Muslim nations because, well, Imma teach you to read English. Oh and here's a flag of the good 'ol Stars and Stripes - just promise me you won't burn it...har-har, just kidding. But seriously, don't burn it.'
Yessiree-bob, a good 'ol Loyal Muslim American.
Where do I sign up?
Friday, August 20, 2010 | Labels: American Islam, Media, Muslims | 14 Comments
Reminder
Sunday, July 25, 2010
For those of you who observe the night of mid-Sha'ban (Nisfu-Sha'ban, Shabe-Barat), July 27 is the 15th of Sha'ban, making this Monday night the night to spend in extra worship and Tuesday the day to fast. Read here for more information regarding this special occasion.
As for those of you who don't observe this night, too bad. Your loss.
Sunday, July 25, 2010 | Labels: Islam, Spirituality | 6 Comments
A Letter to Imam Johari
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Dear Imam Johari,
You probably don’t remember me. Actually, I’m certain you don’t. I think I’ve met you only twice; once at an MSA Iftar dinner we shared a table, and the other time I attended a campfire lecture you gave at Dar al-Taqwa, where, I might add, you displayed quite a beautiful voice in singing some nasheeds.
And eventhough we’ve only met twice, I’ve known you for quite some time, as is true for most of the American Muslim community. Your reputation precedes itself and I humbly acknowledge that your years of service at the national level for the cause of Islam dwarf my meager local community efforts of years past.
And that is why it has pained me to read your past few posts.
You started with an open declaration calling for Muslims to adopt the principle of non-violence. Surely, non-violence has its place in a larger movement of resistance, but it cannot be its sole strategy. There must be, as it always has been, space at the table for resistance by force. Surely, you are intimately aware of the American civil rights struggle with the existence of the black power effort in conjunction with the non-violence movement. Also, armed resistance played a significant role in the other example you cited, the South African anti-apartheid struggle.
And the same type of armed resistance has been playing a vital role in defying the authoritarian control of Israel over both the Palestinians as well as Lebanon. It can be argued that if not for the constant thorn-pricking by Hamas (in Gaza) and Hezbollah (in South Lebanon), Israeli forces would still be firmly established in those territories.
Dear Imam Johari, you would be well served to read this excellent piece by Max Ajl on the inability of a purely non-violent movement to affect positive change, especially in the I/P conflict.
“But the sort of non-violence Taylor supports is the sort that castrates resistance, and takes resistance out of the realm of history and into the realm of religion. What would Taylor have recommended to the Vietnamese? There is nothing nefarious about defending oneself from armed attack. Making it nefarious writes the Palestinian right to resist out of history, reserving righteous violence and force for the Western powers that already almost monopolize it.”
As the writer notes, look at the emasculated example of the MV Rachel Corrie, the June 5 ship that attempted to break the Gaza blockade. The IDF swiftly diverted the ship and the activists quietly complied with nary a cry. How effective was that?
In your call for non-violence you have mysteriously conflated the issue of illegitimate violence (e.g. suicide bombings of civilians) with the strategic usage of force employed by resistance groups. While the former is clearly indefensible, the latter is essential in opposing oppression.
It is a bit dispiriting to hear from a prominent American Muslim leader as yourself the unconditional call for non-violence by the Palestinians, as if such tactics have never been employed by the weaker side. For years, non-violence has played a leading role in the resistance against Israeli aggression, especially with the increased participation of foreign peaceful organizations.
So, for you to state your thoughts as you have, you are (unknowingly) bolstering the argument that Israel is justified in its actions to defend itself against this delusional ‘barrage of violence’.
Surely, that is not a sentiment you wish to express.
Ajl sums it up in the end of his article: “Those who resisted violently were brave. Those who resisted non-violently were brave. All were right. All were just. Solidarity organizations can agree in advance to resist or not to resist, as Taylor instructs us. But most oppression in human history has been thrown off by horrible violence. Frankly, if a man has a gun pointed at my head on my own territory and has shot the person standing next to me, and I can disarm that man, I will disarm him. And there is something surreal, if not pitiful, to demand not only that I abjure that basic human response, but furthermore, abjure it when the gun is pointed not at my head but at the person standing next to me. Writing about it admittedly makes for good copy and good employment for those living and writing in Western countries where power is eager to dissolve an internationally-sanctioned right to resist. For those living under the gun, Taylor’s prescriptions may seem a little odder.”
My other grievance is with regards to your blog post on the topic of Imam Anwar Awlaki. You write that Islamic bookstores and other businesses should stop selling his famous lectures, such as Lives of the Prophets, due to his recent calls in support of unIslamic acts of violence. You cite your concern that innocent Muslims who may be positively affected by his lectures, which you acknowledge as being extremely beneficial, could be led down the slippery slope towards his more recent lectures advocating unIslamic acts of violence.
How ironic is it that your warning of a slippery slope is itself leading you down another slippery slope. If we begin to advocate the censoring of Islamically legitimate material due to questionable views held by the author, where will this take us? You are creating a precedent that can be used in future calls to ban such revolutionary authors such Syed Qutb or Maududi.
Surely, that is not a precedent you wish to set.
As intolerable as Imam Anwar’s views on suicide bombing may be, it is equally intolerable to censor his legitimate work in fear of leading astray the ‘naïve’ and ‘ignorant’.
This reeks of paternalistic totalitarianism. Because lay-Muslims are too stupid to tell right from wrong, the Muslim leadership must censor the good stuff from the bad stuff.
Huh?!
While we’re at it, let’s get rid of all the Shia material. And all that goofy Sufi stuff as well. These books could really lead people astray, no?
I’m sure you realize that such an approach is inconsistent with the principles of a free society.
Many know you as a man of serious principle and strong leadership. But I must say that your past few posts have come off as someone trying to appease more than lead. I don’t think even Fox News has made such demands of the Muslim American community. So why would you? Also, what gives with you admitting that you've learned from Steve Emerson? The clown journalist has no interest in creating a working relationship with the Muslim community, as evidenced by his obnoxiously condescending response to you, yet you are touting his approval?
These past few posts seem like some ill-conceived PR campaign attempting to win over the distrusting American public. ‘Hey, look at us American Muslims. We understand you all are afraid of us, so watch us bend over backwards to prove our allegiance by cutting all relations with this new bogeyman, Imam Anwar, no matter how positive his work may have been to thousands and thousands of young Muslims. And we won’t stop there. We’ll throw in a complete rejection of all forms of violence resistance, choosing the more acceptable (to the American Empire) approach of non-violence. Now can someone please call Michelle Malkin so we can schedule a nice photo-op?’
In conclusion, while my letter is addressed to you, my thoughts are not solely restricted to you. They are more intended to address a trend I am fearful may be growing in the American Muslim community in specific, and the international Muslim community at large. That is why I chose to share my thoughts on my humble blog instead of writing to you in private.
Your brother,
Naeem
Saturday, June 26, 2010 | Labels: American Islam, clash of civilizations, Muslims, Palestine, war on terror | 20 Comments
Down with the Cup!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Must-read article by Reverend Frank Julian Gelli on the World Cup:
"Capitalism-plugged football is the new opium for the people. A counterrevolutionary tool. So David Cameron had the flag flying over Downing Street yesterday when England played the US. The bankers, financiers and public school toffs in power want to keep the opium flowing. By contrast, faith in God is about liberation. About arousing people up from their drugged slumbers. About a bright new dawn. Listen to the Apostle to the Gentiles:
‘It is full time for you to wake out of sleep. For salvation is nearer to us than when we first believed; the night is far gone, the day is at hand.’(Romans 13:11-12). Kick the habit, folks. Kick the Cup, O you new Gentiles. Time to wake up!"
Seems like the good reverend reads my blog:
"And it's this need for a diversion from 'life' that needs to be countered.
One reason for the Islamic prohibition of drugs and alcohol is the suspension of reality that is a consequence of their consumption. As mature, responsible adults, it is our duty (to ourselves, our families, and to our fellow man) to remain cognizant of our actions and our surroundings. By doing so, we are to constantly strive to become closer to the Ultimate Reality (swt).
Instead, we have become preoccupied with ways to distance ourselves from reality, thereby distancing ourselves from *the* Reality (swt)."
Sunday, June 20, 2010 | Labels: capitalism, war on nafs, Western Culture | 4 Comments
True Chivalry
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Back in an age when marriage lasted a lifetime and divorce was not considered a failure of the marriage, but a failure of the self, a learned sheikh was approached by one of his students.
"Oh teacher, we have noticed how your wife is so abusive of you. She has embarrassed you in public countless number of times and never loses an opportunity to insult you. How come you don't simply take your legitimate right and divorce her?"
After a brief moment of silence and deep thought, the teacher looked up at the student and gently responded.
"My son, if I were to divorce this woman, one of two things would occur. Either she would remain a single divorcee or she would get remarried. In the first case, she would become miserable and lonely and I do not wish to be the cause of her misery. In the second case, she would cause her new husband untold difficulty and I do not wish to be the cause of his misery.
And so I have decided it best to take it upon myself to bear the burden of this misery. 'Surely Allah does not waste the reward of the doers of good' (9:120)"
Sunday, June 13, 2010 | Labels: Humor, Spirituality, war on nafs | 15 Comments
Furkan Dogan and Me
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Who is Furkan Dogan you may ask?
He was the lone US citizen of the nine activists killed by the Israelis during the Flotilla Massacre. I was horrified to read about his execution-style killing and the even more horrifying, but not surprising, silence by the US on one of its citizens being murdered abroad.
What does this 19-yr old martyr have to do with me?
Well, besides his obviously extraordinary act of courage and sacrifice, I didn’t give any extra thought to him over the others who died at the hands of the IDF.
But when I read that he was born in a small town located in upstate New York named Troy, I immediately sat up.
You see, Troy, NY is known for nothing - absolutely nothing. The weather is dreary, the social life is non-existent, and the locals are aloof. Those living in this ex-industrial town are infamously known as Troilets.
The only thing of real value located in Troy is my Alma mater, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute (RPI). Yes, that makes me the only human being in the world who has the ignominy of being both a Troilet as well as a Baltimoron (being from Baltimore). Yay for me!
Anyways, so when I read that he was born in Troy 19 years ago, the story became a bit more personal. I was there in Troy from 1990 to 1994, the exact time of his birth.
And since I know that the only Turkish residents of Troy are RPI postgrads, I immediately started racking my brain for any Turkish brother with the last name Dogan, in the off chance that I actually may have known Furkan’s father. Seeing that it was almost 20 years ago, many names and faces have begun to blur, so I wasn't having much luck there.
And then when I finally found a picture of the good brother whose son was killed in the Flotilla Massacre, my heart dropped.
His name is Ahmet Dogan and I knew him from the local masjid at RPI. While he was pursuing his PhD, I was an undergrad youngling. I remember him for two things, his extremely quiet demeanor and his sweet jump shot. Our paths regularly crossed in many places during my four years there – at the masjid, at social gatherings, at Juma’a, on campus.
And it is not beyond the realm of possibility that I actually held little Furkan in my arms, during one of the countless encounters with dear Ahmet.
And for the mere possibility of having met modern-day martyr Furkan Dogan, I am humbled and honored.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010 | Labels: About Me, Palestine | 6 Comments