It is the extreme sensational cases that make it to the front pages of newspaper. We were all horrified by the story of Nazish Noorani, a young mother killed by her abusive husband. What we don’t hear are the voices of the abused behind the closed doors of many homes across social, economic, ethnic, racial and gender lines. They exist in our community just as they exist in the non-Muslim communities. Domestic violence is, again, a human problem much like sexual harassment.
Once she started reading the Twilight, all of a sudden her baby crushes changed from, “I think he is cute” to “I wonder how his lips would feel!”
Now, seven Eids later, we find that for each “friend†we lost, we were blessed with a multiple. Our isolation has been transformed into the support of thousands. We witnessed the miracle of resurrection as someone we believed dead was returned to life – not once but twice for us. That same Aafia who was once a pariah is now a unifying element for a whole nation.
Since that first invitation to a hijab party, I’ve seen these types of get togethers increase in their popularity. Every year now I’ve been invited to small gatherings of sisters celebrating a milestone in their sister-in-Islam’s life: wearing hijab. I’ve grown more and more accustom to the idea of these parties, so I’ve stopped raising my eyebrows at each invitation. But last summer, my parents received an invitation to one of these parties, and that was when my eyebrows went back up again.
Is it Allah, Allaah, or AllÄh? Was he Muhammad, Muhammed, or Muḥammad, (SAW)? Do we follow the religion of Islam, Islaam, or IslÄm? Where ever you go throughout the English
A critical look at Sherry Jones’ novel “Jewel of Madina,” a fictional – and disgusting – portrayal of the life of Umm al-Mu’mineen A’ishah bint Abi Bakr (radhi’Allahu anha).
It’s that time of the year again – sunshine, spring fever, allergies and oh yes, the hype of graduation for high school seniors! Few students can deny dreaming of the moment that they’ll walk across the stage in their graduation gowns and caps, ready to receive their diploma to the applause and pride of their family and friends. (Parents look forward to it too, although not so much when they get a whiff of how much tickets cost!) However, graduation also means something else – presents and parties! And we all know what the biggest party of all is… the (for Muslims) dreaded P-word. Prom.
There’s nothing like the thought of a gym or swimming pool running women-only sessions (at the request of Muslim women) to get some men all worked up. Take the recent
I’ve just discovered my newest pet peeve: misogynistic women. That is, those women who believe in and perpetuate gender-related stereotypes… the most common one being that of women’s inferiority, and men’s
(Written in response to – can you guess? – an almost disastrous ‘Eid party) Yes, it’s that time of the year again… ‘Eid time! And for those involved in the