I've had enough of the sensationalist, exoticised, demeaning portrayals of Muslim women seen all throughout the media, and this is my way of countering all the nonsense.
This is not an attempt at 'breaking stereotypes' or trying to enlighten people, if you're ignorant enough to believe that Muslim women are oppressed and subjugated by Islam then that's your own problem.
This is my way of giving recognition to all the women who inspire me, and hopefully sending out some positive vibes.
Dear White People, I have something to say. This morning I did not wake up to prove to you my right to exist. I did not wake up to answer your questions about where I’m ‘from’ or where I’m ‘from from’ and to explain to you why my families country of origin is not found on a map. I did not wake up this morning thinking, hmm, I should really let everybody know whether I’m more American or more Arab, or to prove to you my patriotism. I am not a walking political newscaster, here to answer to you at the drop of a hat questions about distant brown people. I am not a monolithic brown girl. No I don’t speak Afghani and no, it’s not the same as Arabic. I don’t give a shit about Saudi Arabia, and I cant point to you the exact page in the Qur’an where it says it’s okay to beat your wife. This morning I woke up and went to work. I answered your questions with a semi smile about ‘my’ God (wait, who is Allah then?), and my hijab, and I answered your questions about hummus. I do not exist merely for your questions. I am not an embodiment of whatever answers I give you. I am pissed. I don’t have an identity crisis, or maybe I do. But no, you don’t have the right to know every facet of my being. Sometimes brown people are allowed to just ‘be’ too. Dear white people, you are not the standard to which I define myself. I did not wake up this morning to be interrogated, and I don’t care if you’re at ease with any of my answers. You do not have ownership over my existence. With or without your acceptance, I exist. I’m tired of trying to prove that.
A powerful post by a dear friend of mine.
Lady Khadija was a great teacher; she has such a Maqaam in our religion. She taught the Prophet ﷺ who he was; she was the one who elevated him in his esteem. When he had self doubt she said no. You can see that when the Prophet ﷺ married Lady Aisha he had no fear of strong women. There are a lot of men who fear strong women, who want them to be wallflowers. Whereas with the Prophet ﷺ, that’s not the type of people he encouraged. His wives were women who talked back, and the reason he wasn’t afraid was because khadija was his first wife. She was a women of the world. She knew the world, and she was completely self confident. That’s a sunnah of our Prophet ﷺ, to elevate women. Hamza Yusuf (via zuleikha)
It is no coincidence that so many in the West are affronted by Muslim women’s veils: they symbolise the last refusal of Islamic cultures to be stripped and consumed by the Western narcissistic gaze.
An interesting piece by Rachel Woodlock
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