I know a lot of (especially white) non-Muslims need to be reminded that Islam isn’t Arab culture, but sometimes I think Muslims need to be reminded of this too. The Arabization of other cultures that consist of a large Muslim population is a Very Real Thing and circles largely around a lot of supremacy attached with Arab culture. It’s
kindadisturbing and seriously needs addressing within our communities.
Islam celebrates diversities. We don’t need to sacrifice our cultures, our history, our roots to be Muslims. A single tree species cannot survive everywhere; all trees have over time evolved and adapted to their environment to survive. It would not do well to try replacing those trees with one ill-suited to a particular environment.
this is extremely important, and I’m glad people are able to recognize this. i would argue that it is unnecessary to shed one’s culture in order to be muslim, so long as the customs and rituals practiced by these number of cultures are not contrary to that which islam considers taboo (like mutilation, forced marriages, etc).
also, the amount of islamic teachers I have heard make BLUNT statements about the Arab culture and how everyone should consider assimilating to is wretched (examples including, but not limited to Nouman Ali Khan, Yasir Qadhi, and others).
You don’t need to be Arab to be a Muslim that is a learnt scholar of the Arab language; celebrate your cultures. Be proud of who you are and where you come from, and also be proud of being Muslim
Which was a writer.
By which I mean not a “good” writer or a “bad” writer but simply a writer, a person whose most absorbed and passionate hours are spent arranging words on pieces of paper. Had my credentials been in order I would never have become a writer. Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. Why did the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits seem sinister to me in the summer of 1956? Why have the night lights in the bevatron burned in my mind for twenty years? What is going on in these pictures in my mind
— “Why I Write,” Joan Didion (via commovente)
— Miranda July (via abir-ibrahim)
— Junot Diaz (via wordsthat-speak)
I believe there is a quiet, hidden, beauty in everything. Beauty does not always need to be witnessed in full bloom, sometimes it’s the subtleties that are most breathtaking.
— Khalil Gibran (via 9and9)
What if I could speak every language in the world?What if I could share an entire world with anyone, everyone? The idea fills me up faster than I can process. What if I could write poetry in Urdu and in Spanish? What if I could write haiku in Japanese, perhaps like it was originally designed? Oh the possibilities, can you just imagine the possibilities? No one could ever be a stranger. I could listen to the most beautiful Italian, or Samoan, or Arabic songs and understand the lyrics as they were meant to be understood. I could understand Tolstoy as originally written in Russian, or the French Revolution as experienced by the French? I could cry German tears and smile South African smiles. Chinese and Korean symbols would speak to me as would Tamil and Telegu. Words, palavras, слова, maneno, words everywhere and I could love every single one of them ever invented. What if, just what if, I could speak every language in the world.
my thoughts exactyyy!
I wish to be as tireless as the waves.
Sometimes I just stand in the rain and let my soul quench its thirst.
Who are we.
We are sunrises and sunsets. The blooming of a flower in a single night. The shiver of a leaf. We are the tremor of each footstep. We are the distance between each raindrop. Each teardrop. Each smile. We are lost in a blink of eye. We are the space between heartbeats, between breaths, between thoughts.
We are time.
Finished Aleph by Paulo Coelho. I find the author really intriguing as he seems to really bare his soul in this book so I hope to read more of his work. Until then, enjoy these:
- “I have learned and unlearned how to live hundreds of times.”
- “Anyone truly committed to life never stops walking.”
- “I love you because all the loves in the world are like different rivers flowing into the same lake, where they meet and are transformed into a single love that becomes rain and blesses the earth.”
And my absolute favourite:
“I can only speak to my soul when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.”
I don’t love you (unless of course you love me, in which case I love you with all the might that this poor heart can muster). No, I don’t love you (unless of course you want me to). I have never (un)loved you. Every day I do (not) think of you and of course I do (not) miss you (not unless of course you miss me too). I do (not) wonder though sometimes, whether you too do (not) love me.
(What a pity we spend so much of our time living in parentheses).
You don’t. You can’t ever lose your smile, it is ingrained within you. But sometimes you forget how to smile. Life can do that sometimes.
The trick to finding your smile is not to look for it. Smiles can be elusive, especially when life has been hiding it from you. No, the trick is to look for the person who will bring your smile back to you. That person will look in the places that you had never thought of, never heard of. Search for that person and they will always find your smile.