I am really sick of feeling like a cliché every time I do something. Simply because I am a Muslim woman, if I go out alone, ride a bike, or get a degree, I am a spokesperson for the entire ummah and suddenly circulating the internet on a MEME for woman’s rights and hastags like #LookMuslimwomenarehumantoo
This is one thing I hate about wearing hijab; people automatically make judgments about which camp to which you belong; normal human being or alien jihadist. Non-Muslims are not the only guilty parties by ANY stretch of the imagination; Muslims and non-Muslim alike judge women for their choices.
If I wear hijab, people view me as pious and conservative. If I did not wear hijab, people would view me as “less of a religious woman” and “open-minded”. If I wear niqab, people think I’m either crazy or “masha’Allah wearing true and full hijab”, despite the fact that I could be using my niqab to obscure my identity as a drug addicted, bank-robbing, tranny hooker that sells souls to the devil for chocolate bars and yoga pants.
Oh yes, I understand I am supposed to live outside the sphere of human relationships.
Just do what is right, they say!
Go forth with no thought of wordly consequences and you will be fine!
How many people are actually able to do that? Seriously, I know some of you are nodding your heads along with this!
And where am I supposed to get information on what is right…when EVERYONE thinks what they are doing is the right thing?
How do I know what is right?
How do I know if I will be ok?
I am so sick of everyone telling everyone else how to live their lives.
Why can’t people just “be”?
This morning, I read an opinion piece about hijab (abayas) in the Saudi Gazette (I know no one there is going to win a Pulitzer) and I found it to be a perfect example of irony and Saudi style ridiculousness.
The piece is titled, “What type of abaya do they wear?” and is an opinion piece from a Saudi national (man) who muses on about “Saudi women’s rights to choice in clothing”.
The main point of the piece is that Saudi women should be able to choose the abaya they wear without trouble from others. The funny thing is it doesn’t address a woman’s right to choose whether or not she wants to wear an abaya. So really, the fact that he is arguing for a women’s choice of abaya is similar to allowing someone to decorate their jail cell.
And no…I am not equating an abaya or hijab to a jail cell.
What I am equating to a jail cell a world in which women are forced to function within the confines of other people’s expectations.
This man-champion for women’s rights brings the rant home by spouting out this delightful piece of freedom fighting, “We should give women the freedom to wear the type of abaya they like as long as they stick to decency and observe social norms. No one has the right to select an abaya for any woman.”
Well thanks, honey, nice try. I’m glad you are a champion for my rights as long as they align with your expectations.
This is not exclusive to Muslim women or Saudi Arabia. When I visit America, I am also expected to fit into the niche society has carved out for a twenty-seven year old white American female. God forbid I make my own choices.
So there we have it folks, men aren’t allowed to select a woman’s outfit; they are just allowed to force her to conform to societal norms with said outfit.
Thank you and good day!
*This post was not meant to imply that drug addicted, bank robbing, tranny hookers that sell souls to the devil for chocolate bars and yoga pants should not be loved, harmed, or judged in any shape, matter, or form*
As always, salaam wa alaikum.
Originally posted on Future Husbands And Wives Of Saudis (FHWS):
I welcome you to Islam! May Allah increase you in knowledge, faith, righteousness and worship ameen. Congratulations to you and your Saudi obtaining the approval of her father. Your future father-in-law’s request is just one more obstacle to tackle before you can start the marriage permission journey. I’m sorry to say that I am not a doctor. I can say with utmost optimism that any marriage can succeed no matter what nationality or culture as long as the couple work on it together and have the support of family and friends. I recommend that you contact Dr. Khaled Al-Batarfi and kindly ask if he is interested in writing a letter to your Saudi’s father. He has been addressing non-Saudi/Saudi marriages in his articles on Saudi Gazette and apparently familiar with the subject. He is available on Twitter https://twitter.com/kbatarfi. Insha’Allah he will agree to assist you. I am publishing your…
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This video was shared on the Facebook wall of a friend and I wanted to share it. However, I do want to include this sentiment: This is really more of a snapshot of a certain group of Saudi women.
Unfortunately, many women here would risk being considered not marriageable material by going to study abroad! I have talked to many women here that dream of studying abroad and taking advantage of the scholarship system, but cannot get around the “mahram” issue. Since they have no one to “accompany” them; they cannot go abroad to study. They are the women that cannot work in hospitals and other mixed environments due to the social ramifications. The women that cannot simply choose to be different because their entire survival in this society is dependent on their reputation. Some women might be considered shameful for appearing in such a video! Some families here do not support change in any capacity; let alone the change that would lead to their daughters alone and abroad.
Although I think this is a lovely video and conversation, I think about the ladies that are not represented here and how to add their voice to the conversation.
I think one of the problems with me writing this blog is my inability to compartmentalize the life I have.
Yes, I live in Saudi Arabia.
Yes, I am an American.
Yes, I am Muslim.
Yes, I am female.
The problem is that a blog requires you to tag and categorize your thoughts. Unfortunately, my thoughts do not come out of my head in categories.
Aren’t they all equally relevant and irrelevant?
I am a Muslim, but does that mean my thoughts automatically can be categorized in that manner?
Perhaps it is partially an existential crisis that has me thinking this way, but I know a lot of ladies in this Kingdom who blog. I know many of them personally.
I know so many people in Saudi Arabia who fit into the female, Muslim; married to a Saudi, live in Saudi Arabia category just like I do.
We are all so different.
That is what categories do to a person; they eradicate personality quirks, past experiences, and nuances of culture. It simply smashes people together.
We all throw our thoughts into the abyss hoping that someone will hear and understand. What I hope you understand from this is that I am so sick of trying to figure out which label to put on myself. I am not a cartoon, an educational program, or an item that belongs on a shelf.
I can’t be labeled if I want to do justice to myself.
My writing isn’t “Muslim” or “American” or solely dedicated to “travel”, “faith, or “religion”.
The only hashtag I belong to is #human.
A lot of times I don’t write about things in order to protect my identity (although some of my readers know who I am) and my family’s identity. I also don’t speak about selective personal topics because I don’t want all of my business out there cruising on the information superhighway. But, this time I am going to make the slightest of exceptions and discuss my mother-in-law. The reason I am breaking with convention is because I have experienced a lot of negativity out there lately and I just wanted to share a positive tidbit about my life.
First, I want to clarify that my mother-in-law speaks English. How and why are answered by the general statement that my husband’s family (mother, father, him, and siblings) lived in the United States for close to twenty years. The importance of this is to simply provide enough background as to explain that I am not translating what my MIL said: I am quoting her directly.
This past weekend I attended what was the fourth wedding in my husband’s family within two weeks. This one was to be the last in a string of gatherings that I have been hopping to and from since Eid.
Eid and the flurry of activity following it have ended. Now I have only one and a half more weeks left in the class from hell and one more wedding to go to before I can catch my breath. Unfortunately, it won’t be for long because I have more classes starting. This Ramadan was quite strange. Despite my attempts to gain back some spiritual energy; this Ramadan was lacking for me. Being bogged down the first week with juggling three graduate classes and high expectations caused me to burn out pretty quickly. Due to familial obligations I only saw one friend the entire month and it was for one night. The hot and dry weather has caused me to feel dusty in my soul. I miss home. There is a bitterness that has begun to seep into my consciousness that I am doing my best to fight off, but I sense I am slowing losing this battle. Iqama issues are preventing me from traveling and I am doing my best to remain patient and pleasant. I can only remind myself that I am choosing to stay with the hope of a solution here. Since my pending travel date cannot be nailed down; an impermanent air has settled around me and is causing a major cloud of boredom. There are many projects I desire to start, but am hesitant to due to the fact that I could be traveling at any time. What can you do when you can’t tie yourself to anything? Certainly not make plans. Here’s to uncertainty.
Salaam wa alaikum
Ramadan can be a time for spiritual cleansing and improvement. However, it can also be a time for hardship, grieving, and depression. Raw emotions can surface during the difficult task of fasting and wounds can reappear that were thought to be healed. Most of the focus of Ramadan is on healing and improvement, but people can forget that life goes on during this month. Time marches on unstoppable and bad things happen. Pain is inflicted. This is an article that touches on what happens when Ramadan is not “what it is supposed to be”.
Ramadan in Dubai
Originally posted on CoffeeCakesAndRunning:
The holy month of Ramadan is here – somehow it crept up on me as it usually does – at one stage it was months away, a vague date in my diary far off in the future. The arrival of a flurry of pre Ramadan Iftar invites from hotels brought Ramadan closer in my mind and even attending the events for the past few weeks still didn’t prepare me for the fact that today is actually the start of Ramadan!
I remember my first Ramadan in Dubai quite vividly, I excitedly sat watching TV the night before it was expected to be called waiting for the official announcement from the moon sighting committee that the moon had been spotted in the right place and that Ramadan would start the next day. This year, the date for the start of Ramadan was published in newspapers a week or so in advance…
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I thought this was a nice interesting post. I have a lot of similar feelings myself…especially trying to balance my modern life with Islam :)
Originally posted on more than hijab:
Q1. As a new Muslim what is the thing you like most about your faith and what is the thing you struggle most with?
As a new Muslim I find the learning process to be the best part of my faith. Every little thing I learn has such a positive impact on my life and how I think about things; I can’t help but smile knowing every day that I made this choice and Allah chose me to be Muslim. I’ve also found that my self-esteem has went up a great deal since my conversion and I feel proud to show people and tell people that I am Muslim.
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