Yet another rant…

Assalamu aleikum,

For a while I have been waiting for things to change. Apparently they won’t ; me and a sophisticated sense of humour seem to an impossible match to make.

The above picture just goes to demonstrate this well-known fact… But it does also make a valid point.

You see,  I spend a lot of time online (hardly a surprise to anyone, i have no social life), but lately I’ve started to think how much of this time is actually beneficial. I mean… Of course I know that all the time I spend browsing through the news of my native country, or commenting on a bunch of status quotes on Facebook is not a useful way of spending time at all, but till know I’ve thought that the time spent on islamic forums is at least not AS down the drain as the otherkind of well… time-wasting.

Of course I have been wrong. Most of the time people tend to write on “islamic” forums (that, as I have mentioned before often deal with a bunch of other things than islam) just to a) debate useless issues  or b) to get justification to their own views. There seem to be all these endless debates on the haramity or halality of an issue (whether simple or complex), mostly debated by people who have a) very little or b) no islamic knowledge whatsoever. But then again, which is more stupid- the people who engage themselves in this useless discussion or the people who read it?

(yes i read ’em…)

I was listening to Bukhari Dars by my shaykh today. At the end of the lecture he reminded us that we should not listen to Islamic speeches for the sake of entertainment. Very often we choose what to listen to based on whether the title (or the topic)  is “interesting, scary or fascinating”. However this might not be beneficial to us since our niya in this manner is often crooked.

The same goes for reading forums. On our forum the topics that gain most statistical reads are the ones that include some sort of an argument, or a heated debate, i.e topics that are in one way or another controversial. And I have to admit I do the same. It takes a lot of effort to read long articles on a “topic” but much easier to read short shout outs about an “issue”. They are, I’m sure, much easier to write too.

I’m not, by no means (since I know that there are ppl reading this nonsense who are active forumists and I’m not completely daft) saying that all people taking part in debates online are ignorant fools. What I am saying though, is that there seems to be a growing population of people who see that as their primary mission in life. That, my friends, is waisting time. There also seems to be a growing population of people who sign onto forums only in order to debate (i guess it’s the same group, but just so no one would find themselves offended by my miscategorizing…). They never bother with asking honest, fair questions, learning something or having an intelligent discussion where people can agree to disagree. On the contrary they pick on topics they don’t even necessarily have an opinion on, just for the sake of argument. Mostly their arguments are weakly presented, aggresive and without a proper set of evidence (not even mentioning the lack of such things as common sense).


As muslims we should encourage each other to do good and forbid each other from doing evil. We should also refrain from waisting each other’s time with unnecessary topics (if you have noticed the title of this blog and you’re as intelligent as I think you are, you probably stopped reading before the fancy dog-pic). Instead what many of us seem to be doing is enjoin annoyance and forbid reason.

There really isn’t an intelligent, deep-thought conclusion to this post (the others usually do- ehem. but please don’t check), but let me make a pathetic attempt on it anyway.

I remeber how in high school we were told about the sofists who loved to argue and the philosophers who loved konwledge for the sake of it. I guess that’s just the way the world goes (don’t ask me where it’s going unless you seriously want me to answer). The best thing to do with these arguments is to skip them and concentrate on what ever is beneficial. For a moderator in me the task is harder, but thank God I wasn’t born responsible- I won’t feel all horrible for laying back and letting others do my job.

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And why “because I think so” is not a good argument.

Assalamu aleikum

The world desperately needs more people like my mother. And i’m not saying this because she reads the blog (ehem… honest). On my Godknowshowmanyeth birthday she gave me a card with a self-drawn picture of Snoopy on it typin on his typing machine. Above was written: Have you ever thought you might be wrong?

Of course I never had. With all the falsely acclaimed selfesteem of a teenager, how could I have? And I didn’t even after getting the card. The wisdom of the card hit me much later.

I realized I’m wrong most of the time.

My nafs (ego) has always found it difficult to admit my own faults (and that’s why I’ve spent most of my time focusing on those of the others); one of the worst misconceptions a human being can have is that he/she is intelligent simply because they know a bunch of stuff. Especially those having an academic education often fall into this trap. They start to think that by possessing knowledge they have achieved a rank above the rest and thus often become arrogant.(but it’s not just them tho, it seems that anyone who has a “speciality” in something seems to think that “specialty” makes him/her special).

The thing is that there is of knowledge that which is beneficial and that which isn’t.  Beneficial knowledge is that which brings us closer to our Creator and the other kind is the other kind. Also knoweldge that is not put into practice is not beneficial. Even if you remember insertthenameofafamoushadithbook by heart, it’s not going to help you unless you follow what’s said in it.

This is the difference between knowledge and wisdom. Knowledge is to know that a tomato is a fruit, wisdom is to know not to put it in fruitsalad.(now I know some twat out there’s gonna say that you CAN put tomato inna fruitsald and actually it’s very delicious and whatnot. Some ppl wouldn’t see the point if it was written on the inside of their eyelids)

(yes folks, it’s tomato inna fruitsalad…)

Then there are the people who have the need to question everyone and everything all the time. And i’m not saying one shouldn’t question. What i’m saying is ones someone provides authentic prove what in God’s name are you still whining about? I call this the “becauseithinkso-ism”, thus called because that seems to be their argument in everything. BecauseIthinksoists are usually either recently converted or people who have fallen into the above mentioned trap of the nafs thinking that because I’ve already been a muslim for this and this long now I am strong enough to allow myself to do this and this and it won’t be harmful since I know what i’m talking about.I.e they have knowledge, but unfortunately very often lack the wisdom to act accordingly.


These are the people who (another lame quote) want to serve Allah, but in an advisory position. They feel the need to justify, moderate and re-write the rules of Islam, because they want the religion to go with the flow of the people. Unfortunately for them, in islam it’s the people who go with the flow of the religion; there’s nothing you can really do about it, but submit. (hey, why does this sound so familiar? oh yeah… being a muslim means being submitted to God. yeah.. that’s it.) This includes all sorts of modernists like mufinists (not muffinists you greedy little creeps; muslim feminists (get real dudes)), fobs (man ia, i owes u forever for dat term; the kids who think the point of islam is to match your hidjab wit ur sneakers like HOMGZZZ) etc.

i know this pic is dumb, seriously, but so’s the target.

The favourite topics of conversation amongst the BecauseIthinksoists are 1)women’s rights in islam 2) women’s rights in islam 3) women’s rights in islam 4) islamic fashion 5) everything else I can make a good argument of by adding “because I think so” at the beginning. Of course the word conversation here is misleading. It is in fact impossible to havea conversation, or even a debate, with an BecauseIthinksoist. They have already decided to know better way before you open your mouth. I have noticed that in a debate with an BecauseIthinksoist, even if you throw their own arguments word by word back at them ,they end up refuting themselves. It’s a fascinating phenommenon that ought to be anthropologically examined.

I’m writing about the BecauseIthinksoists, because I used to be one. I have since recovered (by spending time with people who repeatedly reminded me of what my mum had already taught; you’re WROOONG) and now lead quite a normal, happy life. The process of recovery was not easy, I had to learn how to do many things from the beginning (like not to start shouting when people mention phrases such as “second wife”) . It’s a long road and I still ain’t at the end of it, but at least I now see the light at the end of the tunnel (and no, it’s not the approaching bullet train). I want to warn you; BecauseIthinksoism is contagious (seriously, it makes swineflu look like a petty thief at a mafia party). The most common symptoms are 1) using the word WHY more than a three-year old 2) They start seeing signs of extrimism everywhere 3) They quit reading islamic books and start reading books about islam instead (the difference being that islamic books are islamic and books about islam usually have nothing to do with islam, or even worse, novels like “the prophet’s hair. (I was forced to read it once. it sucked. that guy deserved his fatwa simply for being a bad writer)).


All this is because they never had mothers like mine, who was brave enough to tell me I could, at times, be wrong. Yes… The world desperately needs more people like that.

yes folks, this is self-critsism…old habits die hard..

It’s so totally lame to write about eid on eid… innit?

Assalamu aleikum,

… But I’ll do it anyway.

stick tongue

Having been a muslim for longer than I care to admit because it will unavoidably make me sound old, I still haven’t gotten quite used to the concept of Eid. As a new muslim, I too, used to define it as a sort of a muslim equivalent for xmas. But as the Eids have gone by, although they increasingly become more and more xmasy (as do all the feasts celebrated by westerners with too much money, few children and a christian/secular family peer pressure over their heads), they seem to gain more meaning too.

My son is not yet so old that he’d understand anything about Ramadhan (he does know what fasting means; it means mummy won’t eat my left overs); he also doesn’t have older siblings who’d teach him to whine for presents (alhamdulillaah *phew*). And yet I feel that I must make Eid special. I guess it has something to do with … everyone else doing so too? I do try to refrain from fussing (I never fussed about xmas either… well, nor did anyone else in my family. Thank God for that.) . I know parents who start having their “Eid stress” before Ramadhan has even started.

Too many parents (i.e. mothers… I mean…get real, it always is the mothers anyway) spend the last days of Ramadhan hunting for gifts, cleaning and decorating the home and most importantly, cooking. The last 10 days of Ramadhan SHOULD be devouted to excess worship, seeking for the forgiveness of Allah. The men should be in itikaaf (as they often are, mashaAllah) but no one seems to remember, that the women should be in itikaaf as well. A woman’s itikaaf  consists of staying at home (i.e no unnecessary hanging out at the marketplace etc.) and excess worship. It does not mean staying at home because you gots to cook biryani for the rest of the block or shopping for stuff you really don’t need.

eid shopping don’t ask me what it says here… but it actually is a real comercial. sad, innit?

Today I took part in a massive Eid-prayer at the local park. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many muslims anywhere at the same time. The sun was shining, the birds were singing andthere was a light autumn breeze blowing (yes, this IS England, and YES that DOES happen.occasionally) and everything was discustingly idyllic. MashaAllah. I don’t think that I’ve ever so clearly felt the sakeena (peace and tranquility) descending on my heart.

But as soon as the prayer had finished the mussizzing (muslim sister buzzing) began. There was a bayan (religious speech) somewhere, but even though the speaker system was good, it was impossible to hear it very well. This is not the first time this has happened to me; the same thing happened in my walima (yes, there was a bayan there-but don’t ask me what it was about), at a sister’s iftar yesteday and on many other occasions too. And I wonder at these women who don’t bother with the bayan; is it that they don’t understand? (which shouldn’t be the case here… The bayan was in English. Even the freshiest freshie understands that much)or is it that they think that it does not concern them? or don’t they just simply care?

If the last one is the right answer, or even if it is the second one, why bother coming to the Eid prayer in the first place? or to any other religious happening for that matter, if your niya is not to gain religious benefit? Is it just because that’s what everyone does; we like to parade around with our newest blingy blingy dopattas and meet our friends? My husband often points out, that born-muslims easily take Islam for granted, and thus don’t really feel the need to gain religious knowledge. I know from experience that a lot of converts do that too. However this is not a matter of understanding, culture or willingness to learn; it’s a matter of manners, that a lot of sisters (and brothers) seem to lack. I remember back in the middle-of-nowhere land, how after the Eid prayer the men who didn’t want to stay fro the bayan, started walking out in the middle of it…

To too many of us Eid has lost it’s original meaning (although not on the same scale as the christians have lost the meaning of chirstmas; even those of us who don’t practice acknowledge it to be a religious feast). The fascinating sights one sees in the Eid prayer (the see-throughable lace hidjabs, the “look at my silicon-valley” hidjabs and the “I fell into a bucket of paint on my way here”-masks some sisisters wear)  are…well, fascinating (I saw one sister who had so much jewellery on, plus a REAL blingy dress, that it really hurt my eyes to look. I guess this IS a good way to keep men’s eyes down though… hmm…. there IS an idea there (lol)), but Eid should be the feast when we eat, drink and glorify Allah (and actually these things should be mentioned in a reverse order); our feast begins after the prayer, after the emphasizing of Takbeer (Allahu Akbar- Allah is the Greatest. ie. Praising the greatnes of the Perfect Being).

Eid, in other words, is not about us. It’s not about how much food we cook (or eat), how fancy our new clothes are, how blingy our washed car is (and oh, didn’t someone break our bumper AGAIN btw, at the fun fair parkinglot where we went after the prayer. ah the annoyance..) nor about what we got (or what our children got) for presents. It is a feast to glorfiy Allah, for all of His bounties; for the fact that He gave us the ability to fast on Ramadhan (and thus purify ourselves and to learn to control our nafs (lowly desires)), and He gave us the right to celebrate afterwards. He did not give us the right to fall into ghafla (negligence) due the celebration.

And I’m talking to myself first.

May Allah enable us to continue whatever virtuous deeds we have performed in excess during Ramadhan (such as reading Quran,praying nawafil and giving to the poor) and enable us to live until next Ramadhan, so that  we may again gain His special blessings. Peace and Blessings be upon the Prophet (sallallahu aleihi wa sallam) who gave us such a beautiful example of how Ramadhan and Eid should be spent. Aamiin.

Have a blessed and peaceful Eid inshaAllah.

The Ramadhan Post

Assalamu aleikum

Take your tune chords out; it’s time for a singalong!! (O Tannenbaum/Christmas tree/Kuusipuu, which ever it is in your language, im sure you know the melody)

O Ramadhan, O Ramadhan, The month when we’re all starving. We cannot eat, we cannot drink, we cannot smoke, we can’t get l**d.O Ramadhan O Ramadhan, is it time to eat yet?

O Ramadhan, O Ramadhan, The time we spend in cooking! We pass hours with pots of grub and then at night we eat a lot, O Ramadhan O Ramadhan, The Holy month of heartburn

O Ramadhan, O Ramadhan, Your nights are spent in prayer. I slept half way thru taraweeh, as did the brother next to me. O Ramadhan O Ramadhan, All day I will spend sleeping.

The reason for this musical masterpiece is not to make fun of Ramadhan (and seriously, you can stop singing now) , but to bring out some of the most common  mistakes we fall into during it. A lot of non-muslims have asked me why we fast on Ramadhan. What is the signifigance of staying without foor AND water. A lot of people seem to think that the purpose of our fasting is to empathize those who have no food and remember the poor by making ourselves taste hunger.

( I could insert a pic of a hungry African kid here. But I won’t. This is not that kind of a blog)

And it is true that Ramadhan IS the moth of empathy. At the time we break our fast, we are (of should be) truly grateful of the fact that we have something to break our fast with. Which is more that you can say about many of our muslim brothers and sisters.

But the main purpose of Ramadhan is to battel once lower self;nafs. At Ramadhan, as we all very well know, the satan’s are locked away, so they are not the ones behind our desires, wants and wishes. Unfortunately very few people seem to realize this, and thus they spend the holy month by worshipping their nafs MORE than usually; many of us seem to spend the whole day prepairing for iftar. The food at iftar has to be superextraspecial, so we spend hours and hours at the kitchen cooking, baking and stirring. The other day I met this sister at the grocery store. She told me that they had already been shopping for food for 3 hours in the morning but she still had to come back to get something they had forgotten – being originally from a muslim country she expressed how she was already tired at the idea of cooking the whole Ramadhan. I honestly can’t balme her…

Everyone who knows me, knows that I don’t cook. I can’t cook, I won’t cook and I really couldn’t care less in learning how to cook. I think cooking is the stupidest way to waste ones time. (now do all take into account that there i’m married to paki; thus i don’t mean the kind of cooking where you cook so you and your kids could have a warm meal, but rather the asian style of cooking (and arab) where you spend hours on end at you kitchen, cooking something that you could have gotten straight from a jar.)

And cooking is only one side of the problem; after cooking, we actually eat all that stuff as well. Muslims on Ramadhan are a common joke in hospitals around Europe; a lot of muslims apparently have  to go to hospital because of overeating. Plus we throw away a lot of food, since no one ever finishes anyway. And call me uptight but the last time I checked both overeating and israf were considered as forbidden in islam.

I was watching Baba Ali talking about Ramadhan the other day, he made a real valid point on Taraweeh, talking about how people picker and argue over whether it’s 20 rakats or 8. Since when, he said, has taraweeh become the most important prayer? And I do agree with him; on ramadhan we don’t spend half as much time nor concentration on isha as we do on taraweeh. (by the way, it IS 20 rakats. If you think it’s 8, you’re wrong. pheww… ). A lot of people over eat at iftar and the go to taraweeh feeling drowsy: many of us fall asleep during the prayer or feel that it’s a chore getting all those raka’s done.

Allah subhana wa ta’ala says in the Quran, the meaning of which is near to ” Fasting is for Me (alone) and it is (only) Me who rewards it.” But instead we make even Ramadhan be about us. How selfish is that? We think of the rewards we are getting from the actions we’re performing. When in fact we should be greatful for this chance Allah has given us, to perform deeds (not to gain rewards)but to please Him. Since His pleasure is more important than the greates of rewards.

We should consider nafs as enemy as big as shaytaan. At Ramadhan the shayateen are locked up, so the only thing pushing us ot haram is our nafs. It’s a drag, not having anyone else to blame but oursleves, but this really is a good way to notice which of our bad traits come from shaytaan (the handy scapegoat) and which really are just the by-products of our ever hungry nafs. There’s no pleasing it, because it is the side of us that always wants. Instead of concentrating in fufilling it’s demands we should, then, concentrate in diminishing it.

It is said that we should check and correct our intention, niyaa in the beginning of, in the middle of, and at the end of a deed. And then we should still make istighfaar (ask for forgiveness) since most probably there was still something wrong with our niya. The correct niyaa for every deed is that it is performed for the sole purpose of pleasing Allah, who has created mankind only for His worship.

Did that get a bit difficult just now? Sorry if it did: what i’m trying to say is that:

The true purpose of Ramadhan is to battle our nafs. The best way to battle one’s nafs is through hunger, since food makes all the other desires grow too.

If it takes more time to prepare a meal than it takes to eat it- trust me, it’s not worth it.

Even if you’re one of those twisted people who enjoy cooking, make sure it’s not taking time away from your ibaadah (worship). If you can’t keep track of the amaals (deeds of worsihp), make a checklist of things to do everyday. This is a good idea in and out of ramadhan

Don’t overeat, no matter how good the food might be. Eat to your fill and stop eating before you feel you gotta open up a few buttons.

Remember to be grateful; at least we know our fast is from sunrise to sunset. There’s a lot of people on this planet who don’t know when they will get their next meal.

Remember Quran- this is the month Quran was sent down to our beloved Prophet (sallallaahu aleihi wa sallam). Read the Quran and also read a translation of the meanings in your language, in order to benefit more.

Ps. I’ve been thinking it might be a good idea to start making Ramadhan resolutions (like new year’s resolutions, only on Ramadhan); think of a quality in your character you ‘d like to develope, or a n amaal you’d like to start: start it right away and try to remain steadfast after Ramadhan as well.

Ramadhan Mubarak to all of you who have nothing better to do but to read this blog. You are appreciated ^.~


Assalamu aleikum,

Since there was nothing that considerably bugged me today, I had to go fish a bit deeper into the ocean of annoying things that serve as a wonderful resort for topics to write about…


I’m probably the best example I know of how not to do things, but nevertheless I see it as a duty to write this blog in order to tell you lot what I didn’t realize I was thinking before I wrote it down. It’s like thinking aloud – which is said to be the first sign of insanity. Well, I might be crazy “but what can I do, so are you.” (and if you know who i’m quoting, you’re a bigger loser than me.)


Have you ever noticed how much time people spend on average injust complaining about things? It’s insane how little we actually think of the things we say. In Islam however, useless talk is in fact considered, not just inapropriate, but haraam. Now… If we were to take a statistic look of the things we say during the day, and count what’s actually useful, I’m pretty sure we’d end up with some really depressing results. In Islam, all talk that is devoid of mentioning and remembering Allah is, in fact, useless.

This sounds fairly difficult doesn’t it though.. I mean… How can you talk about Allah all the time?

Well, in the life of a muslim it is possible to make each and every single deed an act of ibaadah. By learning the duas and the sunnas of the Prophet (sallallahu aleihi wa sallam), even going to the loo becomes an act of worship.


Sounds ridiculous?

Definitely, but then again, a lot of things sound ridiculous, and people do them all the time (like reading horoscopes or celebrating the birthday of a God who came to flesh just to die for your sins. Yes. It does sound even more stupid when you put it in writing.)


As I have mentioned before, it’s terribly easy to convert to islam (I.e by proclaiming shahadah) , but very difficult to become a muslim (i.e. one who is subjected in every way to Allah). Thus to a mu’min(a true believer (and no, it’s not pronounced moomin.)) remembering Allah at all times comes naturally, since a mu’min has realized that Allah actually really DOES watch over him/her at all times.

Now by complaining we don’t really benefit anyone; most of the time we actually complain because there’s an awkward pause in the flow of discussion, and we want something to talk about. Complaining is not supposed to lead anywhere, since the complainer is not actually interested of solving the problem (since it’s of course someone else’s fault in the first place, and besides the reason for complaining is never really important,it’s the actual act that matters.)

There are some people who live to complain. A friend of mine told me that her mother lives to complain, to the extent that she can actually go to a stranger in the street and start complaining about something.


Then there are the people who live to gossip. Now… I’ve always associated gossiping with teenage girls and little old ladies. These people usually don’t have enough life of their own so they have to be interested in everyone else’s. We, as muslims, have been forbidden to talk about other people. Ghiiba (backbiting) doesn’t, in Islamic terminology, mean just something bad you say about someone, but anything the other person wouldn’t like you to say about him/her. And since we can never really be sure what the others want us to say about them, it really would be better not to say anything.

So definitely the muslims don’t speak ill of others?

– Wrong.. Instead muslims seem to be the masters of slandering each other, both in public and privately.

629_2gossip.jpg (just for the record, backbiting is compared to eating the flesh of your dead brother. you backbite, you go to hell.ermm… just for the sake of it.)

The most annoying bunch of all though, is the chitchatcrew. You know, the people who won’t talk of anything sensible, and when you try to bring the topic to something more productive, they go “yeah, ok” and continue to chitchat away, like they never heard you say anything. These are the people who report every and single little thing they do on facebook, and get involved in different kinds of activities just so that they can write it on their status message. If a person like this has an agenda- some superior purpose in their life; they become twice as annoying. They then brag about everything that they have done to achieve their goal, as if it was the same goal everyone else had as well. I once knew this person who used to think she was some sort of a big name in a certain political activist group. She very openly supported this group and told everyone she met everything about the group’s activities (even thought they were probably not supposed to be discussed outside the group).She had such a huge need to be a part of something bigger than herself (and to be associated with something she probably considered to be radical and shocking), that she didn’t really care how much people got annoyed by having to listen to her endless rants on the subject. Some people get that way about their kids/pets/job/partner/hobby… The target can be anything, and of course what it is doesn’t really matter, since the point is to appear to be the expert of something.


In the month of Ramadhan we should be extra careful with the things we say, look, hear and do. As this is the month of the Quran, we should spend more time studying it than we usually are. However Allah won’t accept the fasting of such a person who mainly remains hungry but brakes his/her fast with their tongue by uttering bad things about others or getting mad.

The Prophet (صلى الله عليه و سلم) once ascended the pulpit, and on the first step He said “Ameen”, when he placed His foot on the second step He said “Ameen”, when He placed His foot on the third step he said “Ameen”.

So when He descended after the sermon had ended, the companions asked him, “O Prophet of Allah! Today we have seen you do and say something that we haven’t observed before. You ascended the pulpit and upon each step you said “Ameen”. Why?” The Prophet (صلى الله عليه و سلم) said “When I began climbing the stairs of the minbar, Jibreel (عليه السلام) came to me and He made dua’a, He prayed, upon the first step, I said “Ameen”, upon the second step He made another dua’a and I said “Ameen”, upon the third step he made a third dua’a and I said “Ameen”. And the first dua’a was ‘O Prophet of Allah, may that person be removed and distanced from Allah’s mercy, who finds the month of Ramadan and then the month of Ramadan passes and yet he is still unable to earn forgiveness for his sins’. The Prophet (صلى الله عليه و سلم) said “Ameen”, then He placed His foot on the second step and Jibreel (عليه السلام) made a dua’a that ‘O Prophet of Allah, may that person be removed from Allah’s mercy, in whose presence your noble name is mentioned and yet he does not pray salaat and salaam upon you’. The Prophet (صلى الله عليه و سلم) said “Ameen”, then when He placed His foot on the third step Jibreel (عليه السلام) made a dua’a that ‘O Prophet of Allah, may that person be removed from Allah’s mercy who finds one or both of his parents during his lifetime and then both of them die, or one of them dies and that person has still not yet earned Allah’s forgiveness and entry into paradise through his service to them’. The Prophet (صلى الله عليه و سلم) said “Ameen”.

May Allah make us worthy of gaining forgiveness for our sins, and let us not increase them by useless, vain speech.

hijab hijack

Assalamu aleikum,


I know some people who choke on the word. Islamic hijab is a great divider of opinions, both within the muslim society and outside it.

hijab prison

A lot of non-muslims don’t seem to be getting the point (unless if they’re REALLY familiar with biblical history etc.) They see hijab as a symbol of Arabic culture; as a form of oppression. People might be cool with you being a muslim, but  their opinion miraculosly changes after you start covering. Which is really weird. Because usually these are the same people who nurture freedom to choose as their birth right (You have the freedom to choose, as long as you choose what they want you to, that is.) . In the best case you’ll find yourself friendless and jobless, just because of a piece of cloth. Horray for civilization… You’re lucky they haven’t burnt you at the stake yet. How ever this was not at all my own exprience; everyone took MY covering really well, including my family. Alhamdulillaah, I consider myself blessed.

Besides, it’s not really important what the non-muslims think. At least your own community’s always got your back…

If they do. Unfortunately very often other muslims are more critical than the non-muslims. In many muslim communities the clothes really do make a man.

hijab cartoon

I know brothers who won’t salaam to other brothers, unless they have a beard; I know sisters who’ll only salaam you as long as you’re wearing a niqab. Which is… sad. Because it proves that these people look the way look and dress the way they dress for something completely different than attaining the pleasure of Allah. These people, who think of themselves to be more pious than the others, are infested with qibr, to the extent that everything they do is riyaa (display). Now probably most of these people really do think they’re following the Quran and the Sunnah (which they’re not; they’re actually following the Quran and Hadith, which is a totally diffferent thing), but they seem to have forgotten WHY they’re doing it.

Now, because the topic of this blog is not the reasons behind actions (which WOULD make a good blog and inshaAllah it’ll be coming up soon), let me get back to the point.

There are a lot of different ways to fullfill the requisits of the islamic hijab, and there are various interpretations of it. However all the scholars agree that a woman’s islamic clothing should be (as then man’s too) modest, clean and loose. It should cover the aurah (which is, for women everything exept face and hands, and according to some even the facve and the hands, and as for the men it should cover at least the area between the waist and the knees.) This doesn’t necessarily mean you have to dress like a 7th century arab. If you look at the muslims in different parts of the world you can see plenty of variation; each having adjusted to the circumstances it’s worn.So you’d think there’d be plenty to choose from…

However some sisters still seem to be missing the point. We wear hijab to be recocnized as the servants of Allah. We don’t wear the hijab to please our husbands egos, we don’t wear hijab to be seen as more pious than the rest, and we certainly don’t wear the hijab (the wrong way) to show others that we’re cool euro-muslims. (oh even the term makes me sick.)

Sorry to brake it to you, but none of the below are hijabs:


However, what matters more than the actual clothes, is the way you wear them. The niqabi with the pious text on her scarf really is tehre for a reason. Even if you wear a sack over your head it’s not a hidjab unless and until you have your inner hidjab in order. Women in islam are told to dress modestly. Now there are two ways to understand this sentence; women should dress modestly (where modestly is the adverb pointing to the verb dress, i.e describing the way of dressing.), or women should dress (,) modestly (where modestly is referring to the whole previous sentence. It really is about the modesty, not the dressing. (and I’m speaking to myself first)

maria hijab Why, by the way is this pious…

hijab modesty …But this is oppressed?

The other day I was walking by the local pub, there was this English couple, nearly 60 years of age, sitting outside, drinking summin. The guy pointed at me from a distance already and when I got to where they were sitting he said ”Hey, have you seen your face?” The woman muttered something about my niqab being disgusting..And they repeated their sentences quite a lot of times with the vigour and excitement of 2,5 promilles.

I could have been really offended. And I probably would have been…

But it’s kinda difficult to take cirtisizm seriously when it’s coming from a 60-year-old lady who’s desperately trying to look like she’s 13. (seriously, she had bleeched hair, huge sunglasses, pink lipstic and pink fake nails. I had more style when I WAS 13..)

apina And compared to that, this is actully quite chic.

The conversation went on much longer than it should have (and would have if I had my inner hijab straight) and I did regret later that I didn’t use the chance given to me properly to make dawa (instead of a few seriously sarcastic comments). But folks, I’ve come a long way! At least I didn’t tell the lady she’d be better of if no one would see her face either…


Why banging your head to the wall can sometimes be useful

Assalamu aleikum

After going through pain and strife to get my makeshift sofa comfortably (and it does take a lotta trouble since it really is just two springed mattersses. Everytime you shift you go boing) I thought I’d write a little, since I really should be doing something more intelligent but just can’t be bothered.

The American comedian Azhar Usman talked in one of his sketches about MP; muslim potential. It does seem to be true what he said about most muslims in the west having a converting-project going; almost everyone I know more or less do.

My husband’s latest project, a person who’s rather close to me, is unfortunately turning out be a mission impossible.

mission impossible

You know how there are these kind of people, with whom you can spend ages arguing over things like is the grass really green or just sort of a greenish shade of brown. These people tend to argue about anything and everything with anyone, just for the sake of it. And they usually win their arguments (not because they are that good, but mainly because their opponents tend to get bored out of their minds after the first 15 minutes). This makes them think that they’re always right, that they really know better and that the world has volumes to learn from them. This leads to them being unable to respect anyone around them. (hmm. Funny that, reminds me of how some salafis act…how ever the person i’m talking about is a none-muslim, just to clear the matter up a bit.)


It’s hard to see these people having much MP. But then again, who are we to judge. Weren’t we just like them way back before Allah in His vast Mercy guided us to islam? I sure know I was. A decade back I didn’t have much MP either. I was a self-made victim of feminism, thinking myself as a free, civilized, intelligent young woman- thinking I was a playah, never realizing I was the one being played.

If I could go back in time I’d love to give the old-me a good whoppin. It’s not right that the society we live in gives freedom to the people- if the freedom they mean is the freedom to act like an idiot. But unfortunately that silly, messed up teenager, in many ways, defines who I am now. At some stage I gained the sufficient wisdom to pretend that I’m really not that stupid. After doing some soul-searching (and experimenting with a really weird set of exotic religions) I finally drifted to Islam, realizing that what I actually believed in, had a name.


Most people seem to approach religion from a different angle though, they deny the fact that there is a god. They answer questions like “where did the Earth come from” with a big band theory (or something as ridiculous, and really believe humans are some sort of a subspecies of apes. If you tell them that “maybe the reason that the “missing link” is still missing, is the fact that there is no link?”They suddenly start acting very much like their so-called hairy cousins, accusing you of “not being scientific” and “you can’t really believe in things that you can’t see.” (would be interesting to know which one of them “saw” the big bang, and how on earth is it possible for species to turn magically into other species; isn’t it a wonder that the nature suddenly produced humans, but other “apes” such as the chimpanzee have been pretty much the same since the dawn of time.)


They say ethics can very well exist without religion. Which is true, of course, since the ethical ppl who don’t believe in God, in fact, believe in ethics. But good people existed way before ethics was even invented (by some greek dude wearing a towel I suppose). And the fact is, those people were God-fearing, believing people.

It seems useless to talk to these people; not just about religion; about anything else as well. Because these people will always think you are unsophisticated, unintelligent loony, just because you believe in God. They talk down on you (which is of course very ethical…erm…) and quote writers like Naipaul and Rushdie (btw, I’ve read both, and can’t really see what’s the big deal), because they think that’s gonna make you mad. (and partly because they want to brag with their knowledge of such useless references.)

It is, however, important to keep talking to these people (even though you really want to give ’em a wedgie (the old school one they do in the Simpsons)), because you never know what MIGHT be the case. And our duty is only to deliver the message (and make dua-a lot). The hearts are in the hands of Allah, and He may turn them if He pleases. May Allah give is the ability make such dawa, that it reaches the hearts of the people, may Allah keep us on the straight path. Aamiin.


O Allah guide us on the straight path,

the path of whom thou has favoured,

the prophets, the truthful ones, the martyrs

and the pious people and those who are good to have as friends.

Aman Ali- transformer Muslims

Assalamu aleikum,

so the other day we was talkin about muslims and double standards with my girl ia. Here’s a bit on the subject by Aman Ali, a muslim comedian. Ain’t it funny how the truth’s often so…funny?

a global village idiot

Assalamu aleikum

    sighs* every time i sit down to write these days, something seems to come up. I never get the chance of writing a whole page- or if i do it gets out of date before i post it. I had forgotten, to an extent, that the downside of being married is the lack of time you have for being all creative. There are a lot of things I’d like to write about, and don’t even really know where to start. ( it doesnt help that this desk is too high and my wrists already hurt after writing like 5 lines- oh, i just noticed the chair goes up, so let’s continue.)

    I recently moved a hood in London. And in calling it a hood (or maybe we shud be correct and call it da hood), i’m totally not trying to sound all cool and stuff, this really IS a hood. There is a sad little population of white people, who have managed to struggle through the biggest wave of immigrants. They have a little pub around the corner and church (where no one really seems to go to). Multiculturalism in London is, self evidently, on a completely different level than in Finland.

    The other day I woke up to the sound of a bhangra drum outside my window. I went to see what was going on (half annoyed (since I AM finnish anyway), half curious) and saw a marching band practising outside my window. There was the bhangra drum guy, some other musicians and, what I found enromously surprising, a bunch of retired-looking English men, in sawlar kameezes, playing insturments like the flute and the trumpet (or some sort of a horn, I’m afraid i’m no expert on things that blow..ehem, that YOU blow- and after the horrific joke, let’s continue the narration:). They looked slightly confused, going through their notes. As if this wasn’t strange enough (at about 10 am on a sunday), the next thing I saw was a white horse, with plumes (the poor thing), being walked out of a trailer. After seeing that I partly decided it was way too creepy, partly felt hungry and went to make breakfast.

    After a while I had to drop my toast (since I CAN be all proper and English) and rush back to the window, because I heard the sound of the band again, this time from the bigger road, marching down towards the sikh-temple. A (most probably drugged) groom was sitting on the white, plumed up horse, wearing a mask and all. The rest of the congregation were marching in front of, and behind the poor bloke (who seriously had to be either drugger or seriously traditional, no one in their right mind would dress that way in the public, while riding a white horse with PLUMES, especially not in the middle of Barking, but then again…). The horse trod peacefully, the weather was beautiful (which is a thing worth noting, since this is England anyway) and the band played… for some inexplicable reason “every beat of my heart says Allah”. I looked at the english blokes, who fell out of rhythm every now and then and thought, well, that’s “multicultural”.

    Today I was going to the local mall to do some shopping. On a street corner I saw a bunch of alcoholics (the real ones, you know, who actually live on the street and whose brain is operated by Jack Daniels (- puts colour on your cheeks and takes it out of your clothes) ) huddeled in a corner. 2 whiteguys, an asian and an african. Yeah… That’s multicultural, I say.


    I hate the term multicultural, it’s almost as bad as “global”. Even an innocent word (like a village) seems to instantly lose it’s meaning and become a representative of what the EU wants to present as “the European culture” when it’s attached to a word like “global” or “culture”. It’s fake, it’s shallow and it’s deadly boring. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop some people believing that globalism is some sort of a life-value.

    There is a growing population of idiots out there these days (see the monty python sketch “village idiot” to see the reference), who seem to esteem this “European culture” and the idea of the Global village, so high that it has become like a religion. These people, after denying the existence of God (because being both religious and a sophisticated European person is impossible) have come to worship false idols; artists, composers, architects but most of all their own brain. Since no matter how these people claim to believe in multiculturalism, the only thing they really belive in is their own (supposed) higher capacity of a) how the world works and b) how it is supposed to work.

    Unfortunately many muslim countries as well as many muslims living here in the west have been affected by the cult of culture worshippers. So they write books on how islam degrades women, how islam really isn’t as original as claimed by the muslim majority and how the Quran has changed over time (astaghfirullaah). They make short films, play rock music and promote civilized, european values like democracy, capitalism and yes, multiculturalism. Little do they know that the west accepts them only as long as they deny themselves, renounce their deen and their background, making their own roots as a means of publicity. They wish to be known, famous and original.

    But as the European multiculturalism means, that the white people are in charge and pat all the others in the head quite equally (besides it’s always interesting to see just HOW much milder curry can be made to please the royal taste buds of the white man, and kebabs are good too), these “artists”, these… defenders of “humanity” may receive a nobel prize, but they will still always be “ the indian guy who wrote the book on summin controverisal and got a a fatwa on his head” or “the chick who posed naked for a short film, you know… the somali one”. All they have done is in vain.

    Commonwealth literature DOES indeed exist, cultures exist as do cultural differences. Only a person who sees his own spiritual state, realizing his nothingness and actual non-exsistance in front of Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala, can stop labelling him/herself as well as others in groups based on ethnicity and country. Ya Allah, let us strive hard to achieve what really is unity and be united under Your name, aamiin.

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