Stop saying Muslim women aren’t oppressed in many Muslim countries.
They are. You can’t ignore the fact that women in countries like Pakistan have acid water thrown on them for showing their faces. You can’t ignore the fact that women in Afghanistan are jailed whenever their ankles accidentally show when they walk up the stairs. And of course, countries like Saudi Arabia, forbids women from driving.
Islam doesn’t oppress women but unfortunately culture does. There is no basis for what they do in the Quran.
These women need a voice, and you’re silencing it for them when you say they aren’t oppressed. Stop defending these men and stop ignoring these women.
i hate my politics class.
we’re studying Islam. which means we’re discussing Iran, Iraq, Kuwait, Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, and Egypt.
and of course, Israel. and how America should honor the peace treaty with them. and how Israel is “under attack”.
and she always tries to connect terrorism to to Sharia to Islam and to the Quran and uses Osama binladden and Saddam Hussein as the poster children for terrorism.
and my class is full of racist people. and they all think I’m oppressed. and when I say that covering is a Muslim woman’s choice, they go “i dont think its their “choice” to cover in the Middle East if they have a barrel of gun pointed at their heads if they don’t. its your choice here but they dont have a choice there”
and i keep trying to say how the Sharia isn’t put forth properly in Islamic countries. but i dont know much about Sharia to defend it.
and uggghhhhhhhhh i hate it.
i get so angry and flustered and uggghhhhh.
like there’s just so much wrong going on in that class idk what to even begin to tackle. and each time i mention one thing, the entire class just counter-argues.
its so messed up. makes me wanna cry.
Today I had the hardest jihad test.
I found a bottle of Brandy on the back of the bus.
It was weird. I walked onto the empty bus, and it was just laying there on one of the seats, unopened. Since I prefer the back of the bus more than the front, where it’s usually empty, I was alone.
I was alone. I could’ve easily opened the bottle and sipped a little. Nobody was watching, nobody would’ve known. I could’ve even chugged it down, it didn’t look like enough to get me drunk. I’ve never tasted alcohol, and this looked like the perfect opportunity. A free bottle, in my hand. It would never happen again, would it? What were the odds? And I mean, I don’t know much about alcohol, but something about the bottle gave off that “this is the tasty stuff” kinda thing. Paul Masson? Aged 3 years? Hmmmm.
The bottle was small enough to fit in my pocket. Easy to drink, easy to hide. Not a problem at all.
My second thought was to sell it. After Google-ing it a little, I found that this tiny bottle sold for around $16. I could sell it to a minor, bump the price up to $20-$25. My stop was Penn Station. There would definitely be a buyer there. After contemplating this thought for a while, I decided to go with this rather than the first thought. I was too much of a coward to drink it, and too fearful of Allah swt. I slipped the bottle in my pocket and for the next hour fought the desire to taste the brandy.
But then, the hour ride was enough for me to think of my deen. The prophet pbuh. So right when I got to my stop, the first thing I did was dump it out. It was like moving mountains off my shoulders.
The right choice is always the hardest choice, might not be the choice you’d want initially, but once you make the right choice, boy do you feel serenity.
I want the kind of husband that will pull me out of bed for fajr and hear none of my nonsense when I’m lazy.
I want the kind of husband that I can simply read Quran with.
I want to be the kind of wife that encourages my husband to remember the less fortunate around the world and to donate.
I want to be the kind of wife that will randomly wake up one day and makes suhoor so that we’d fast the next day together.
no offense but that “dont marry a man who doesnt pray” post is sooo wackkkk.
get that off my dash please & thank you.
I hate when people compromise their deen. you hear Muslims saying stuff like “oh its not haram if I have the right intentions.” news flash, your actions count too. you can fool yourself all you want but you can’t fool Allah.
Can we all stop saying hijab “conceals” beauty? Hijab isn’t just a physical piece of cloth over your head and wearing it doesn’t automatically hide your beauty. By saying it conceals beauty, you’re saying hijabi women are ugly to the public eye. Hijab just emphasizes a different type of beauty.
uhmmmmm excuse ME but its not a few “dozen” Palestinians. It’s more than just a few dozen if you would pull your head out of your ass and read the news.
and yeah it’s definitely unfortunate that there’s a genocide happening, because it doesn’t matter WHO it’s happening to, it’s wrong regardless. but you don’t have to belittle someone’s death to bring attention to someone else’s.
And there’s also a bunch of Sunni children in Syria being killed by the Shia. So don’t even turn this into a Shia/Sunni debate.
so fall back.
goddamn.
idk why my dad gets annoyed when I wear skirts sometimes.
I mean he’s supportive and all, he gives me money to buy skirts because he’d rather spend on that than skinny jeans.
but then he’s all like, “your legs are gonna get cold, its winter”
“when the wind blows wont it stick to your legs? so then whats the point”
“youre 19 but you dress like youre 24”
geeez thanks.
ok honestly.
I know I’m one of those bloggers that’s always putting Shia’s on the spot and all.
but seriously.
what’s happening in Pakistan and Bahrain with the Sunni’s killing the Shia’s is not okay. that’s serious genocide.
I know Sunni’s and Shia’s can’t exactly unite but it doesnt mean we start killing each other.
and on the same note, what’s happening in Syria with the Shia’s killing the Sunni’s is not okay either.
I am so confused.
My whole life I grew up believing that Ashura was the day Musa (as) was liberated from the Pharaoh.
And so in Egypt we usually fast the 10th and 11th day of Muharam in commemoration and we make this specific dish (pudding) called Ashura to celebrate. Basically all the Egyptians would make delicious meals and give some to close family friends.
I mean right now we just had iftar and I’m so stuffed we had so much to eat Alhamdulilah.
and then you have the Shia’s. And they gash their heads open and cut themselves to have their blood run freely, and mourn Hussain. and they have pilgrimages to his grave and whatnot. and they say how every tear shed for Hussain erases your sins.
I just dont get it man. You’ve got to be kidding me if you believe the two sects can somehow unite and everything will be rainbows and butterflies.
I break promises.
its natural.
we’re human.
we all do.
as much as I try not to, I admittedly do.
but the one promise I don’t ever break:
If I tell you you have my duaas, you best believe you do.
Sitting here laughing at all the “I’m so thankful for blahblahblah” posts. get real. If you’re thankful for what you have, tell God not us.
