Of All The Imams I Have Seen Muslim Friends Take Issue With…

This guy has gotten the most hate. Like, there are imams out there who are literal rapists, paedophiles, murderers, molesters, racists, and all-around bigots, but apparently none of them hold a candle to a guy who says things like:

“I believe every person, no matter if I disagree with you or not, you have the right as a Muslim to have the proper spiritual [rites] and rituals provided for you. And whoever judges you, that will be Allah’s decision, not me.”

and

“The beautiful thing about God is that when you change your attitude, and say, ‘God, I need some help,’ and mean it sincerely, God is always there for you.”

and who shows through his actions that he sincerely only wants to help, and if he is being a hypocrite at least it’s the kind of hypocrisy that doesn’t harm anyone but him.

But yeah, you know, let’s totally judge the homosexual, condemn him and only him to hell and ask questions like “How can he call himself a Muslim/Imam???”! At least the other guys aren’t gay! Whoo! Fantastic priorities!

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Let a Girl Live

Men, specifically men older than you and in positions of authority and/or power, absolutely hate it when you question them. It doesn’t even have to be about anything major; you just say that “so-and-so show” is great, and they will say it isn’t, and you will say “it’s just my opinion” and they will go on a 30-minute lecture about how the “youth” of today have become disrespectful and degenerate, wasting our lives in front of “the television and the Internet” instead of going outside and “seizing the day” or whatever, and who will end up “begging us hard workers” for money when we’re older.

All the anger and bitterness at the fact that everybody younger than them won’t live their life the way they want us to will come out in the most racist*, sexist*, wilfully ignorant*, entitled* and condescending** way possible. You can argue, be brought down to their level of assholery, and be defeated by experience, or you can remain quiet (and polite – even having an angry face is considered rebellion) and wait for their diatribe to be over before escaping to your non-judgemental comrades-in-arms.

*Because obviously the high poverty, unemployment and crime rate is NOT due to a system designed to protect only the richest strata of society, a saturation in the job market, corporate monopolies preventing the start-up of new businesses, institutionalised prejudice and propaganda keeping specific people out of jobs, and a higher standard of living for those who are currently employed (leading to them staying in their positions longer, aka not dying off and letting newbies take their spot). No; all the problems in society are not caused by them, those who are actually, you know, shaping the current political, economic and social structure of the world we live in. All these problems are caused by us “youth”.

**Because we’re all 5 years old. All of us. If we say that we are of legal age and/or adults and thus deserve to be treated as equals, we get the “but you’re living with your parents!!!” (but if we want to move out, “but IsLaAa@M!!!”) or “you’ll always be children to US!!!” (in their minds, adult relationships with those they saw growing up are just not possible? or something).

Sleep Deprived

I finally got 10 days off from university – which I otherwise had to go to, from 8:00 am until around 11:00 am (1:25 pm on Thursdays) during 15-hour fasts – but I still feel like I’ll never be able to make up the hours of sleep I lost.

Sure, 3 hours a day doesn’t seem like much, but the workload was as heavy as ever (they only reduced each period by 5 minutes, as if that would make a huge difference), and the afternoons just as hot as ever (we can’t afford having the AC on every day – the bill comes to over Rs 20000 if we do), and the evenings just as busy as ever (iftaari), the only time you get to sleep in peace (without having to worry about namaaz) is for around 5 hours before sehri and 2 hours after it. There are days when I’ve had to choose between either getting enough sleep or getting enough nutrition.

This Ramadan truly felt like a test of will and patience, and it’s not over yet. Although university is off, there’s a ton of work that was overlooked in the haze of the previous fasts that does not seem like it’s going to get done any time soon:

  • Creating a functional website from scratch for our department’s technology fair called CACHE, for which it is mandatory for Second and Third Year students to participate. This is made harder by the fact that none of us know anything more than basic HTML haha.
  • Completing any and all editing work for my department’s magazine – prospective launch date: early September – as well as for my university’s quarterly newsletter – the next issue which will be out by the end of this month.
  • Making the documentation required for Pasbaan, an event hosted by a society I’m in at university, and which will be held in mid-August(!).
  • Getting at least one freelancing project done so as to justify the expense of creating my Payoneer card. Though I have enough in it to pay the bill for this year, I kind of have to make up for my crappy grades by at least pitching in with some sort of income, however insignificant and irregular.
  • Studying: I have to copy notes, finish assignments, make flashcards for formulas and definitions, read the chapters of what we have done so far and complete the lab work. All before university reopens on August 4th.
  • Chores; spending quality time with grandparents, mother and siblings; and attending at least every 3rd event in my family since I’m the eldest (and a girl – boy cousins who are eldest siblings get a free pass, because…? They’re so busy hanging out with their friends? Sleeping all day? Farting? God only knows.).

All while being physically disabled, which is definitely having an adverse effect on my mental wellbeing. Yet I still have to hear people tell me I’m not a hard worker, and I will never get a “real” job, and that I should just get married.

Ay mere khuda.