Being Muslim American in 2017

I woke up a few Saturdays back to learn that a mosque in Victoria, Texas was set ablaze due to an incident of arson. Prior to sleeping on that very next Sunday night, I was wrapping up my lesson plans for the week. As I was just about to crash for the night, I read a headline involving a shootout at a Québec based Islamic center. This is the reality of a Muslim in America during 2017. Both of these incidences occurred in two North American nations, in the aftermath of my President signing an executive order, which attempted to ban members of my faith background from attaining the American opportunity that shines through the torch of the Statue of Liberty. As a first year teacher in Connecticut, my colleagues would often ask as to how I cope and deal with being a young Muslim-American during this chapter of the American experience. I would respond by saying that I feel as though I am a Japanese American in the United States during World War II or a Jewish man attempting to cope with the rise of Nazism within Germany. Upon Trump’s election, I remember saying the following: Osama Bin Laden took my religion and Donald Trump took my nation.

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However with pessimism, one falters, breaks, and can shatter. I am hopeful that the American people will rise. I sometimes think about utilizing the second amendment and picking up arms in defense for the sake of safeguarding my family and members of my Islamic community, as this is my constitutional right. I also seek to attain warmth and love of the American people by participating in protests and practicing my first amendment rights of religious freedom and resisting peacefully. Over the course of the last few weeks, I have protested on the Connecticut State Capitol grounds twice. One was for demonstrating solidarity for the Women’s March to Washington while the other addressed the plight of the Syrian people.

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As the son of immigrants and being a Pakistani-American who was born, raised, and educated in Connecticut, it gave me tremendous joy, comfort, and relief that my fellow Connecticut residents protested our President’s executive order at Bradley International Airport. Seeing airports transform into safe havens despite attempts to establish them as detention centers was a heartfelt experience. Seeing my brothers and sisters rise up in the face of bigotry was enigmatic. The Trump phenomena may have inspired those who lit the mosque in Texas; however, it has also contributed to kindling a soft place for Muslim Americans in the hearts of over 50 million Americans, nationwide. I will never forget the outpour of love that my fellow American people had through contributing over $1 Million USD to the Texan mosque and the harmony that the Jewish members of Victoria displayed through giving the keys of the local synagogue to the Muslim community in order to continue services and congregation. We shall overcome.

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The Chai of Madinah

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Mystical Intoxication of the Soul

Desert escapes to Madinah, unplanned and abrupt on some Thursday evenings. A rush of adrenaline as the Arabian driver smashes the accelerator carelessly through the night on the open roads to the city of lights, the city of the Prophet, the messenger of Allah. We don’t care if we live or die on the freeway as we are enroute to a land of mystique that eradicates sorrows. The landscape between Jeddah and Madinah on the Hejazi coast is saturated with blurs of distinct shades of brown. The Arabian sun sets and the darkest shadows appear in the presence of the harsh Hejazi hills. God orders His angels to mix and mesh the colors of the skies from an orange caressing an emerging purple which unify into darkening blue. The terrain looks rough, aggressive, and enveloped with a variety of obstacles for travel. One contemplates on the Hijrah and the ultimate sacrifice of the Muhajirs, who traded all their world possessions in exchange for God’s bounty and grace in the upcoming life. One can’t help holding back tears as you get closer and closer in proximity to the beloved of Allah and the playing of the Qasidah Burdah is engulfing you with a soothing that goes beyond description. Oh travelers to the city of the Prophet, the Chai of Madinah is not a fountain of youth, it is the rather a drink that unlocks and nourishes the grieving soul.