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One Ramadan, I’d gotten really sick. I was sweating buckets, throwing up, and suffering endless rounds of diarrhea. It occurred to me halfway through the day that it was plainly wrong to continue fasting in this state, especially since I had a duty to family members who depended on me. Even so, as I took my first sip of water with my medicine, I felt a different kind of nausea: good old fashioned religious guilt.

Somewhere in all of our hearts, there’s a small corner reserved for the voices of our communities’ judgmental uncles and aunties. Their voices are always whispering, and their eyes are always on us. It’s like a twisted, sick version of an omniscient god, to whom obedience is more important than, you know, actual morality. 

We hear their voices every time we pop in earbuds to listen to music. We hear them when we hang out with friends who drink. We hear their angry whispers when we read any book besides the Qur’an (and medical school textbooks). We feel their burning gaze as we fight for LGBTQ rights, advocate feminism, or even, God forbid, speak with an American accent. 

These aren’t the effects of a guilty conscience. These are paranoid fears of an irrational ideology. We know those opinions aren’t even Islamic in the least. After all, how can you ever Islamically justify corralling women into dungeon-like conditions in Allah’s House when they share the same open space as men in the Prophet’s own mosque? 

The voices in our heads are simply that: voices. They’re disembodied, removed from actual people. What they represent is our own understanding of our religious tradition and heritage. Somewhere along the way, we’ve come to believe that Islam is restrictive and rigid. This belief keeps us in line, and allows the power-mongering creeps in our community to hold one over us. Sure, we don’t believe in the voices personally, but since everyone is aware of these voices, we indirectly perpetuate them. When we hear that a convert was driven out of a mosque simply because he had tattoos, how many of us moved immediately to impeach the mosque board or personally reached out to the convert? Yeah.

So some Muslims, exasperated, leave Islam altogether. They cannot reconcile the differences between their consciences and what a judgmental, angry, racist, sexist, and xenophobic  “Islam” asks of them. The rest of us hang on, but bitterly resent a beautiful tradition being bent into chains. 

These chains only exist so long as we believe they’re there. In fact, they’re barely there as it is. Try counting how many backbiting, opportunistic, evil bigots there are in your local community; I’d be surprised if there were more than a dozen. There will always be more Frodos than gollums. They will always be a minority. All we have to do is own Islam for ourselves, to live unapologetically and proudly as Muslims of our own accord. 

“Haters gonna hate. Keep calm and Muslim on.” 

- Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), somewhat paraphrased

trans-muslims:

Dear Non-Muslim Allies,

I am writing to you because it has gotten just that bad. I have found myself telling too many people about the advice given to me years ago by the late composer Herbert Brun, a German Jew who fled Germany at the age of 15: “be sure that your passport is in order.” It’s not enough to laugh at Donald Trump anymore. The rhetoric about Muslims has gotten so nasty, and is everywhere, on every channel, every newsfeed. It is clearly fueling daily events of targeted violence, vandalism, vigilante harassment, discrimination. I want you to know that it has gotten bad enough that my family and I talk about what to keep on hand if we need to leave quickly, and where we should go, maybe if the election goes the wrong way, or if folks get stirred up enough to be dangerous before the election. When things seem less scary, we talk about a five or a ten year plan to go somewhere where cops don’t carry guns and hate speech isn’t allowed on network television. And if you don’t already know this about me, I want you to know that I was born in this country. I have lived my whole life in this country. I have spent my entire adult life working to help the poor, the disabled and the dispossessed access the legal system in this country. And I want you to know that I am devoutly and proudly Muslim.

I am writing this in response to a non Muslim friend’s question about what she can do. Because there is much that can be done in solidarity:

If you see a Muslim or someone who might be identified as Muslim being harassed, stop, say something, intervene, call for help.

If you ride public transportation, sit next to the hijabi woman and say asalam ‘alaykum (That means ‘peace to you.’). Don’t worry about mispronouncing it; she won’t care. Just say “peace” if you like. She’ll smile; smile back. If you feel like it, start a conversation. If you don’t, sit there and make sure no one harasses her.

If you have a Muslim work colleague, check in. Tell them that the news is horrifying and you want them to know you’re there for them.

If you have neighbors who are Muslim, keep an eye out for them. If you’re walking your kids home from the bus stop, invite their kids to walk with you.

Talk to your kids. They’re picking up on the anti-Muslim message. Make sure they know how you feel and talk to them about what they can do when they see bullying or hear hate speech at school.

Call out hate speech when you hear it—if it incites hatred or violence against a specified group, call it out: in your living room, at work, with friends, in public. It is most important that you do this among folks who may not know a Muslim.

Set up a “learn about Islam” forum at your book club, school, congregation, dinner club. Call your state CAIR organization, interfaith group or local mosque and see if there is someone who has speaking experience and could come and answer questions about Islam and American Muslims for your group. They won’t be offended. They will want the opportunity to do something to dispel the nastiness.

Write Op Eds and articles saying how deplorable the anti-Muslim rhetoric has gotten and voice your support for Muslim Americans in whatever way you can.

Call your state and local representatives, let them know that you are concerned about hate speech against your Muslim friends and neighbors in politics and the media, that it is unacceptable and you want them to call it out whenever they hear it, on your behalf.

Out yourself as someone who won’t stand for Islamophobia, or will stand with Muslims—there is an awful lot of hate filling the airways, and there are an awful lot of people with access to the media and/or authority stirring the pot about Muslims. Please help fill that space with support instead. Post, write, use your profile picture or blog to voice your support.

Ask me anything. Really. Engage the Muslims in your life. Make sure you really feel comfortable standing for and with your Muslim friends, neighbors, coworkers.

I can tell you that in addition to the very real threat to their civil and human rights that Muslims are facing, we are dealing with a tremendous amount of anxiety. While we, many of us, rely on our faith to stay strong, we are human. This is not an easy time. What you do will mean everything to the Muslim Americans around you. Thank you for reading and bless you in your efforts. Share freely.

Sofia Ali-Khan, 7 December 2015

عن أبي هريرة رضي الله عنه قال‏:‏ قال رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم‏:‏ ‏ “‏إن الله تعالى قال‏:‏ من عادى لي وليا فقد آذنته بالحرب‏.‏ وما تقرب إلي عبدي بشيء أحب إلي مما افترضت عليه، وما يزال عبدي يتقرب إلي بالنوافل حتى أحبه، فإذا أحببته كنت سمعه الذي يسمع به، وبصره الذي يبصر به، ويده التي يبطش بها، ورجله التي يمشي بها، وإن سألني أعطيته؛ ولئن استعاذني لأعيذنه‏”

Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported:Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said, “Allah the Exalted has said: ‘I will declare war against him who shows hostility to a pious worshipper of Mine. And the most beloved thing with which My slave comes nearer to Me is what I have enjoined upon him; and My slave keeps on coming closer to Me through performing Nawafil (prayer or doing extra deeds besides what is obligatory) till I love him. When I love him I become his hearing with which he hears, his seeing with which he sees, his hand with which he strikes, and his leg with which he walks; and if he asks (something) from Me, I give him, and if he asks My Protection (refuge), I protect him”.

[Al- Bukhari].