Archive for February, 2008

Listen, I Got Something To say…
February 2, 2008

I’ve come to the realization that the time has come. The time has come when I should close my eyes and free myself from the glitter of shining Western lights. The time has come when I should pack up my stuff and move to a Muslim country. Now and not later. No, I’m serious. I’m going to leave this country inshAllah. I have spent years witnessing the downfall of Muslims who live side by side with those who refuse to believe in Allah. So sit back and allow me to take you through a journey of how I came to such a realization.

It started with a huge amount of Muslims migrating to the West for worldly reasons. Let’s face it. Our parents brought us to this country to grant us a better opportunity to earn an education and live a life with financial security. However, the majority of our parents didn’t take into consideration the effect the Western life style would have on our relationship with Allah. Have you ever taken the time to sit with your parents and inquire about their migration to the Land of Dreams?  If you have, what did you discover through your questioning? Be honest, did you get a sense that your parents didn’t truly take into consideration how your religion would be effected if you grew up mixing with folks who associate partners with Allah and those who claim that Allah never existed. Most parents didn’t bother to think that far down the line and we all love our parents with passion but the truth is, they will be questioned as to why they brought us to an evil land when Allah is the Best of Providers and a life of proverty and iman is superior to a life with wealth and ignorance. Ain’t that the truth.

In some ways, the parents own a share of the blame as to why so many of their young, beautiful Muslim children have strayed away from their duties to Allah but the parents are “only” responsible for certain decisions that are made for an individual that extends for a certain “period of time”. Do you agree? Its common sense that a group of children who were taken from their Mother Land and brought to a foreign land by their parents who intended to migrate for worldly reasons would be questioned. The parents would be questioned. Don’t get me wrong, pursuing an education is a duty on every Muslim but for most of the  Muslim children living in the West, getting thrown into the public school system actually destroys the child in the long run rather than it becoming a stepping stone to a better relationship with the Creator. 

For those of you who grew up in a Western land, just think back to your high school years and all the evil you were constantly exposed to. Now ask yourself, would you want your child to go through a similar situation? Chances are, no you wouldn’t. But the truth is, the public education system is getting worse. For example, when I was in grade nine they placed me in a class called “sex education” but now, grade six students are learning about sex and I don’t know about you guys but I don’t really want my twelve year old learning about sex from someone who encourages the mentality of “sex is your right so JUST DO IT”. I think my child can do without that type of mentality, especialy if homeboy is in grade six, don’t you? 

The point is, education and in particular, the high school years of education really play a major role as to why so many young Muslims ignore their duties to Allah. I can probably spend more time breaking down all the components regarding our parents goal to grant us an opportunity at fine education but it’s interesting how Allah transformed the parents intention to migrate for educational reasons into a great test for their children. Believe it or not but most parents can’t seem to control their children after they enter high school. Ain’t that ironic.

Let us continue.

By the way, I don’t mean to bash the parents. In fact, my parents brought me to this country for the very reason of education and a better opportunity at life but I just wanted to bring the issue to light.

Now really, let us continue.

As I was saying, in the past few decades, Muslim families have been migrating to the West in historical numbers. While a minority (alhamdulilah) remains firm to their duties of worshipping Allah, a large portion of the Muslim community, both men and women, have lost their own souls. Remember the ayaat in surah Hashr where Allah warns, if we forget about Him then He would cause us to forget ourselves in the process? Well, did you know Allah’s warning actually affects not only the individual but everyone in this Ummah? How you ask? Well, let me tell you. 

Muhammad, the Messenger of Allah (saw) stated in a hadeeth that the members of this ummah constitute one body and if one part of that body is ill then everyone shares in the suffering. I mean, every sincere believer shares in the suffering. If a Muslim develops the attitude of “I don’t care…” than Allah stands in no need of such an individual and chances are, if he continues with such arrogance, perhaps Allah will replace that individual with someone better. Don’t think for a second that you can’t be replaced because the truth is….you definitely can be so be careful. May Allah protect us. 

As I was saying, if some Muslims are suffering for whatever reason and you become aware of their suffering than your heart will also bare some of that burden. The stronger your iman, the more you feel for the situation of your fellow brothers and sisters. 

By Allah, when I see my Muslim sisters walking with little tight shorts outside, I feel hurt. Most of the time, I can’t really explain it but I hate when these men stare at them with evil eyes and I wish I owned a sword so I can pluck their eyes out but I cant do that cause that wouldn’t be good dawah. Good dawah? Right. 

Do you think that same sister walking freely with tight shorts could walk freely dressed the same way in a Muslim country? No, she wouldn’t. The West would probably call the forbidden tight shorts for women in public oppression and they would desire nothing more than to enforce “democracy” on such a Muslim state. HA! That’s funny. We love our women so much that we don’t want to expose them to evil hearted men and the West considers that oppression? Hello, WAKE Up…using women as sex objects to sell products is the BIGGEST form of oppression. By the way, the West should realize by not encouraging a woman to cover up so she can be judged by her character and not my the size of her bra is disrespect at it’s peak. Something that Allah has saved our Muslim women from walhamdulilah.

My point is, a large majority of Muslims who have come to the West have lost their relationship with Allah. While we lose huge amount of Muslims to society, Allah replaces them with men and women who return to the worship of Allah after having not known Allah or wrongfully associating partners with Him.

Reality check. I want you to know this important point. Seriously, listen closely.

By living in the West, we are risking way too much. We are risking the happiness of this life and we are risking the hereafter. Let me explain.

Remember when Allah introduced Himself to Musa? What did Allah say?

Allah said, “Verily, I am Allah”. After Allah introduced Himself, what was the next command from Allah to Musa? Allah said, “….There is no God but I therefore serve Me and establish as-salah for My remembrance”.

Right from the beginning, Allah told Musa, “I am Allah” and He commanded Musa to “establish as-salah”. Now how many Muslims neglect their prayers? Salah is such a serious issue and it deserves more respect from my part than two sentences so inshAllah one day I’ll send more time sharing my views on all those Muslims who like to complain about how this masjid prays compared to another masjid but for now, did you know some scholars are seriouly under the impression that any Muslim who doesn’t establish the prayer is a disbeliever? SubhanAllah, a Kafir.

But that’s one point. However I wanted to focus on the next ayaat in that same surah. Allah told Musa, “Surely the hour is coming….” and Allah continues and says, “Therefore let not him who believes not in it and follows his low desires turn you away from it so that you should perish”.

SubhanAllah, just think about that for a second. After Allah introduced Himself to Musa and commanded him to establish the prayer and than Allah warns Musa of mixing with those who dont believe in the hereafter and if he should mix with them, then perhaps he may perish along with them. This is Allah speaking to Musa who was known and will forever be known as one of the five greatest Messenger sent to the people of the earth.

That is what I meant by, risking way too much. Allah warned Musa aforetime about mixing with such people and He warns us today. If we continue to live in such a society than we will fail. Plain and simple and the proof can be found in the ayaat.

On a different note, my father taught me two very good lessons in my life. He taught me to never make a ruling unless I hear both sides of a story and he also taught me to weigh the good and bad from a situation and if the good out weighs the bad than be patient and show gratitude and if the bad out weighs the good, seek guidance from Allah and observe patience. So let me use the theory of weighing the good and bad for the issue of “Muslims living in the West”.

Pros: A small group of Muslims give dawah and alhamdulilah some people accept Islam as a way of life

Cons: Fellow Muslims look at you weird when you tell them that its time to pray because prayers have become foreign to them. It’s the second pillar of Islam and the first thing judged on the Day of Judgment yet so many Muslims consider it a burden and not a right of Allah.

Pros: Many organizations are formed by Muslims students when pursuing an education. For example, the MSA (Muslim Student Association) which answers typical stereotypes of Muslims.

Cons: An unbelievable amount of Muslim youth are having sex before marriage and some sisters become pregnant through such an action but one or two visits to the clinic and the problem is solved. By the way, having sex is one sin and killing your unborn baby is (how can I put this…) CRAZY. Don’t do it…please…don’t kill your babies.

Pros: By living with non-Muslims, we get to share some of our Muslim names with them.

Cons: We are losing WAYYYY more Muslims to society compared to folks accepting Islam. The numbers don’t match but Islam was never big on numbers anyways right? The point is, a brother knew Islam was the truth and he was a Muslim but since his lifestyle was corrupt, he became destroyed.

Pros: I got none.

Cons: It is easier and safer to obey Allah and His messenger living in a Muslim land where you can hear the prayer call five times a day and you don’t have to worry twice about how your sister is looked at when she wears her niqab outside.

In conclusion, I got nothing more to say. I think I made my point and I’m looking into buying a one-way ticket for this coming summer inshAllah. Please make dou’aa for your Muslim brothers and sisters and don’t forget about Allah because if you do…we all suffer the pain which you will cause the Muslim body.


Facts About Myself
February 1, 2008

1) I hate attention. That didn’t come out right. Let me try to rephrase the sentence, I meant to say, I dislike too much attention. That still doesn’t describe me. Hummm let me try one more time, I mean to say, I can do without attention. Exactly. I can live without people’s attention.

2) Whenever I walk into a local grocery store, I walk straight past the produce department and into the yummy, apparently unhealthy section and I feel no regret about the decision to ignore the fruits and vegetables.

3) One afternoon during my childhood, my younger brother decided he was going to provoke our neighbour’s pit bull, who had been chained to a tree on their property. My brothers and I followed the younger one outside and watched him go about his mission. In a matter of minutes, he was successful in provoking the dog and as a result, the pit bull broke the chain and started coming in our direction. My brothers and I ran for our lives and I thought to myself since everyone is running, why don’t I just stop because the dog will probably chase those that run right? So I pressed the brakes and the dog flew passed me like a wild beast pursuing a pray. I felt relief. I smiled but I kept my eyes on the wild beast. To my surprise, the dog suddenly stopped. It turned around and looked in my direction. My smile became worry and shortly afterwards, I TOOK OFF running in the opposite direction. I looked back and the dog was gaining ground on me so I started to scream, “Yo, it wasn’t me…it was a little short kid. Just chill…I’m sure we can work this out…” Next thing I knew, the dog declined my offer and sacked me like a quarterback. I fell down but I tried to jump right back up but the monster of a dog, over powered me and the result of the situation caused my mother and I to spend half a day in the local hospital.

4) I buy a fresh pack of socks every week. I can’t imagine going to the masjid while my socks are…You know! Not so clean…

5) I can’t cook but I love to eat. When those that are able to cook are away from home, I feed myself with the junk known as fast food.

6) I actually enjoy listening to what people have to say. It’s interesting how our experiences in life can cause different reactions to perhaps the same situation. It’s just when people start repeat the same old things that causes frustration to appear on my side. 

7) A few summers ago, I was at a local park with some friends and we saw some young boys playing with a soccer ball. Suddenly, they redirected their attention to a loose dog that was walking about freely in the public park. A young boy from amongst them, decided he was gonna have some fun so started barking at the dog until the dog rewarded his barking with attention. The young boy then decided he would take off running in order to provoke the dog so the scruffy, medium built dog accepted his offer and started to pursue the young boys. It brought back memories of my incident with that wild, out-of-trouble, crazy beast that almost ate my left arm. I started to pursue the dog that was chasing the young boys and I finally managed to get the attention of the dog. It glanced back at me and refocused its attention. It gave me a look of ” So you’re trying to be a hero eh?” and it quickly started pursuing me and I stood there frozen. I had the option of running but I was like, “You know, I haven’t been to the hospital in a while so why not take one for the team..”. I continued to stand there and awaited the brutal outcome of such a connection. Luckily for me and unfortunately for the beast, its owner had come close enough to call the dog back. It obeyed its owner and I avoided a chance to visit the emergency room.

8 ) I think cats are creepy. I have this theory that their up to no good but I’m lacking the proof to support such a theory.

9) I hate milk but I force myself to drink it because the Prophet (saw) loved it and I also want to learn to love it.

10) For the last three years, there was one particular ayaat in the Quran that captured my attention. I’ve been repeating it to myself and I was confused why my soul was so stuck on such a short ayaat. I’ve spent so much time analyzing and reflecting but every time I took two steps forward in better understanding the ayaat and how it affects my daily life, I found myself back at the starting line of such thoughts. SubhanAllah just yesterday, Allah, the Majestic and All-Knower, granted me success in my attempts to figure why my soul selected such an ayaat. I’ve discovered great lessons in my long journey. I intend with His permission to share the ayaat and the results of why my soul kept repeating to me the same words for over 36 months. Although at the present, I’m awaiting the arrival of words that can properly describe my new realization.

11) You will never catch me drinking cranberry juice. It’s disgusting. In fact, question three of my five questions I would ask a potential wife would be, “how do you feel about cranberry juice?”. The answer better be a negative or I’m running…

12) During a summer vacation to Ethiopia, my cousin took me to a petting zoo. We walked into the zoo and I looked around trying to observe the different animals that were available to the public. My cousin assumed since I was from Canada, I would be more interested in the controversial animals and so he guided me to a crowed section of the zoo. When I got close enough to see the animal, I looked at him and said, “Ummm yeah, that kinda looks like a wild hyeina that the people are petting. Whats up with that?” My cousin looked at me with confusion and said, “You guys don’t have hyenas? Their perfectly safe animals. Come and let me show you?”. “Show me what? That their wild and out of control animals? By the way yo, we have hyenas but their normally locked in cages and away from the hands of the public for obvious reasons. But show me if you got to show me…” I replied. So my cousin walks up to the animal and stretches his hand forward and the animal watched him with peace has he started petting it. Than it was my turn, do you think I actually touched the beast? Ehhh…NO.

13) I just realized an important point and I have to write it down so give me a second. That’s what I do when I discover things, I rush to write them down.

14) Sometime ago during one of my night shifts at work, I went out on my break to get a coffee from the donut shop that was open. It was late at night and no one was on the streets except those who were up to no good and the police that always seem to be on a break. So I plugged the MP3 player into my ears, lowered my head as I started walking. After a little while I saw a Muslim woman on the streets. It was weird cause it was late at night and the picture of this sister walking on the streets didn’t seem right. She was dragging her feet and hanging her head. She looked like she was depressed. I picked up the pace and when I was close enough to talk to her, I said, “Assalam alaikum”. She looked at me with sad eyes and didn’t respond. “Are you ok?…” I asked and again, nothing. So I thought to myself, maybe she’s crazy so just leave her alone but I wasn’t certain so I tried again. “Listen, are you okay cause it’s late and I don’t know why you’re on the streets”. She looked at me with rage and said, “leave me alone”. I was like “Whoa”. Shaitan jumped into the conversation and insisted I leave her alone but something wasn’t right and I was like, “I’m not trying to bother you but you’re a Muslim woman walking the streets at this time and something must be wrong?”. “You don’t even know me so leave me alone…”. ” I know I dont know you but you’re a Muslim woman and I’m responsible for you”. As soon as I said those words, she started crying. She said words that I remember like I remember the night over powering the day and day overcoming the night. She said, “my husband beats me every night and my children don’t respect me. My iman is low and I believe I am from the people of the fire”. Tears started to form in my eyes. I felt her pain and I wanted to cry but I had to remain strong for her. She continued and said, “I left my house tonight in order to kill myself so leave me alone…”. At that particluar moment, there was NOTHING in the world that would cause me to walk away from my sister in Islam. I mean, nothing. Except of course if Allah decreed to take my soul and in that case, I have no say in the matter but I didn’t entertain the thought of letting her do what she got to do. I understood it was by the will of Allah that our paths crossed that night and I knew Allah with His wisdom, guided me to meet her cause He knew I would never leave her side. And how could I leave her side when she informed me of such an evil plan? So I remained with her and Allah knows best as to the outcome of that situation. May Allah have mercy on her…

15) In my final semester of college, I decided I wanted to take a creative writing class. I walked into my classroom and I didn’t really know what to expect. I sat there in class and when my instructor walked in, her presence contained energy. It was like this weird type of energy and I can’t really explain it. We went around the class and we each had an opportunity to talk about our writing history but it didn’t take me long to realize half the people in my class can’t even speak English. Can you believe it? You’re trying to write and not just write but write with creativity and yet you can’t speak the language. How does that work…? I don’t know but stay tuned cause I didn’t drop the class and I’ve experienced much in that class already.