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Allah in the Land of ABBA: Ramadan in Stockholm, Sweden


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Ramadan Around the Globe Series:

Bosnia 2010 | Egypt 2010 |  Qatar 2010, 2009 | Saudi (Makkah) 2010 | Sweden 2010


Until  recent events Stateside stole its thunder, Europe was the undisputed champ of Islamophobic rhetoric and action. To be sure, things haven’t cooled down in the Old World – the protests, provocations, and political grandstanding just aren’t getting as much twitter love these days. Given this charged atmosphere across the continent, I wasn’t sure what to expect as I set out for my first Ramadan in Sweden.

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(Suburban) Stockholm Syndrome

My ties to Scandinavia begin and end with my wife and her family, Egyptians who’ve spent all or the vast majority of their lives in Sweden. Their house, a two-story home within the classic Northern European mold, is situated in Täby, a sleepy suburb of Stockholm. Growing up in New York and spending the past few months in Cairo, it’s safe to say that  Täby had a much slower pace than I was used to. Indeed, Stockholm itself is far from a bustling metropolis. Still, what better time to break from the hustle and bustle of urban life than Ramadan?

One thing that I was actually a bit wary of was the relatively minuscule Muslim population in Stockholm. Here, again, New York and Cairo have spoiled me a bit. I’ve been blessed to be around fairly large Muslim communities for most of my life and the prospect of celebrating Ramadan comparatively isolated was a bit concerning. Still, as I learned during my MSA experience at a mid-sized, predominantly white university, quality can often trump quantity. That was certainly the case in Täby.

The scant few Muslims in Täby hardly number enough to fill a musallah, let alone a masjid. For perspective, I estimate that my wife’s immediate family along with her uncles and their families probably make up 10-15% of the total Muslim population in their town. So, as with many small local communities back in the States, the brothers and sisters here rent out a basement flat for Jumua prayers, taraweeh, iftars, etc. Save for the inconspicuous sign on the bench adjacent to the musallah‘s entrance (and the mini-parade of Arab and African men early Friday afternoons), one would probably never know there was a place of worship in this condo complex behind the local mall.

Inside the “Täby mosque” (as the congregants lovingly, if incorrectly, refer to it), there’s an atmosphere of solidarity, of everyone banding together. The khutbas are handled by a couple of Syrian brothers, one delivering the sermon in Arabic and another translating it into Swedish; at night, the 20 rakats of taraweeh are divided between the khateeb and a Saudi brother (both of whom make use of a musHaf during their recitation, may Allah reward them for their efforts); on the second day I went, an Egyptian doctor was sponsoring an iftar; and pulling all this together was a Pakistani brother who handled the day-to-day issues of the prayer space.

I was impressed, too, that the brothers had the foresight to put together a makeshift entrance and sitting area for the sisters, giving both groups just enough space. One thing that I noticed though is that only one of the jumua attendees appeared to be Swedish. It makes sense, I guess; if I was a convert, I’d want to go to a bigger gathering, to the biggest mosque in town. So off I went to check out Stockholm’s “Mega-Mosque” (aka, a regular-sized mosque that somehow becomes mega by dint of it’s mere existence above ground).

Serenity and Reality

The city’s central mosque is fairly unassuming from street level. At night, all that distinguishes it from the other buildings in the area are the echoes of Quran coming from inside its chambers. Every other evening throughout this month, the voice of recitation is that of an Azhari sheikh brought over to lead prayers during Ramadan (it’s nice to know that Egyptian exports aren’t limited to fuul and falafel). On the night we went, though, the usual imam of the masjid, a Syrian brother who seems to have spent a good deal of time in Sweden, was leading the eight rakahs at about a 1 1/2 page pace. All was tranquil – until suddenly it wasn’t.

Towards the end of the sixth rakah of taraweeh, a man began shouting, seemingly to himself, and pacing furtively back and forth. As we were getting up to pray the next set of rakahs, the man made a bee-line to the imam, shoving brothers left and right along the way. About four lines in, a group of impromptu security guards (i.e., five brolick brothers) grabbed the guy and dragged him outside the prayer hall and ultimately outside the mosque. The imam then promptly continued the taraweeh and everyone followed suit.

Admittedly, I took a minute before entering the salah. I couldn’t help but wonder whether the man would be back, whether he wanted to do more than just cause a ruckus…whether violence was his ultimate goal. Not wanting to enter my prayer unfocused, I just reasoned to myself that, la qadar Allah, if anything tragic were to happen, what better state to be in than in prayer to my Rabb?

Afterwards, I learned that the individual who caused all the trouble was a brother likely under the influence of alcohol or drugs (may Allah guide him), but my reaction was nonetheless telling of our current state of affairs. I never before felt in danger while at a mosque, but the present atmosphere of Islamophobia sent my mind immediately to thoughts of hate crimes and backlash.

I wish I could comfort myself by believing that back in America I would’ve felt differently, but the situation on US soil is starting to be just as perilous, as evidenced by the recent attack on a New York cabbie and the desecration of a Queens masjid. I wish it were otherwise, but I can’t help but have a sense of unease about the immediate future of Muslims in the West – a sense that we’re just starting to see the fruits of bigotry and the worst is yet to come.

The Way Forward

I don’t want to make it seem like Muslims in the West should expect a perpetual state of anxiety from here on in. Hopefully, Europe will take a cue from (pre-Glenn Beck) America. For that matter, here’s hoping (present-day) America will do the same. We shouldn’t forget, however, our role in all this, that we have a responsibility to portray Islam in the best light.

One of the the Syrian brothers who founded the Täby mosque is emblematic of the kind leaders that our burgeoning communities need in order to move forward. As soon as he came to Sweden in his late 20s, this brother learned his new country’s language, set out to become a productive member of society, and is now a psychologist at the local hospital. Today, he has greatly benefited not only the local Muslims, but the greater Swedish community around him. As more Muslims set out to do the same, in whatever small way they can, I truly believe this heightened state of Islamophobia will, inshAllah, soon become a thing of the past.

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Youssef Chouhoud is an assistant professor of political science at Christopher Newport University, where he is affiliated with the Reiff Center for Human Rights and Conflict Resolution. Youssef completed his PhD at the Political Science and International Relations program at the University of Southern California as a Provost’s Fellow. His research interests include political attitudes and behavior, survey methodology, and comparative democratization.



  1. Abdullah

    September 1, 2010 at 7:26 AM

    Taraweeh is 20 rakats not eight.

    • Youssef Chouhoud

      September 1, 2010 at 8:15 AM

      Really akhi? That’s the only thing you found worth commenting on? Yikes. Guess it wasn’t as interesting a topic as I thought :-/

      • Fatima

        September 1, 2010 at 12:23 PM

        lol! :)
        at the brother who said 20 vs 8 indeed

        my comment: thank you for the piece ma shaa Allaah

        a possibilty could that shouting person been possessed by a jinn.

        I think humans are more scary anways considering all the chaos and dhulm we do on each other: muslims are worse than non-muslims as recent event in Pakistan demonstrated. May Allaah save us.

      • Mustafa

        September 1, 2010 at 1:16 PM

        Assalaamu alaykum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuhu,

        Thanks for the article, it helped me realize that I could actually could be on to something with my own article (to bi finished tomorrow, or the day after inshaAllah).

        Could you just please change the title of the article. ABBA is a musical (haram) reference, and Allah s.w.t. should not be spoken of as if He is an explorer / tourist / diplomat. JazakAllah khair.



        • Youssef Chouhoud

          September 1, 2010 at 3:53 PM


          Thanks for the comment.

          With regards to the title, I wasn’t going for anthropomorphism – authobillah. It was just a self-perceived clever way to reference Islam (through the worship of Allah) amidst Swedish culture (through one of their more recognizable cultural exports).

          Plus, I’m a sucker for alliteration :)

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  3. amad

    September 1, 2010 at 8:23 AM

    very interesting … it’s amazing where you can find Muslims, trying their best to keep up

    I can only imagine what must be going through folks’ mind when the guy went berserk!

  4. Shiraz at IlmSummit

    September 1, 2010 at 8:47 AM

    Assalamu alaikum,

    Its great to hear how Muslims in other parts of the world hold onto the Deen.

    It can especially be a challenge for Muslims in small towns in the West, where they might be one of a few Muslim families, or the only one.

    Wassalamu alaikum.

  5. AbuIbth

    September 1, 2010 at 11:40 AM

    Salam, Brother Youssef,

    A friend of mine recently accepted islam, he lives in Stockholm. He is looking for brotherhood and guidance.
    Can you contact me please so we can arrange a meet ?

    Thanx ws

  6. Ify Okoye

    September 1, 2010 at 4:12 PM

    Excellent piece but how is fasting in the summer in Sweden being at such a high latitude?

    • Youssef Chouhoud

      September 1, 2010 at 4:20 PM

      Heh, yeah, I noticed I forgot to mention that in the article itself, so I stuck a passing reference in the excerpt :P

      It’s actually not as difficult as I imagined it would be. Admittedly though, I stay up all night since that’s the only way I can get my fardh & nafl prayers in along with suhoor. I sleep during the day a lot more than I’m used to, but have still average around 10hours of waking fast.

      If we were just a couple hundred miles north of Stockholm, the day would be close to 20 hrs! The next couple of summers are going to be pretty trying here – may Allah grant the Muslims of Scandinavia the sabr and strength to persevere. Ameen!

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