It’s full of people saying who is and isn’t a Muslim and judging everyone to hell.
What a toxic place full of disgusting people.
It’s full of people saying who is and isn’t a Muslim and judging everyone to hell.
What a toxic place full of disgusting people.
I went to the mosque today to pray Jumma and as I sat listening to the khutba I couldn’t help but think back to a few months ago when I was sat listening to the khutba at the Ka’aba. I thought back to all those times I was at Mecca and also Medina. I thought back to the times I visited the holy cities and it filled me with sadness and longing.
I’ve been thinking about Mecca for a few days now. I went through some of my photographs from the grand mosque and each one evoked so many memories. I want to share some of my favourites with you. Clicking on the links will let you see them in better quality. Please don’t steal my photographs.
This picture is of visitors to Mecca getting ready to pray Jumma. The original post for the image is here.

This picture is of the door of the Ka’aba and pilgrims trying to reach for it. The original post is here.

This is my favourite ever photograph. I call it “A Whirlpool of Pilgrims”. The original post for it is here.

I don’t think there’s any place in the world that is like Mecca. It is spectacular beyond belief. There are so many wonderful things about the place that I can’t even begin to start to list them. The one thing that always sticks with me is that this is the exact same place that the most holy people in the history of Islam set foot. They walked the same steps that I walked. That fills me with joy but the most incredibly yearning to visit again.
May Allah let me and all of you visit soon, ameen.
In 2009 a cousin of mine sent me a facebook request. I accepted him as a friend. A few months later a shit storm kicked off in my house hold. Said cousin showed pictures that I had on my profile of me with female friends to my mother and asked her if that was what they had sent me to London to do my masters for. Mum reacted in an extremely immature way and it took months to placate her. At one point she was threatening to withhold money that I needed to complete my education.
I deleted that cousin as a friend and made my security settings on facebook a lot tighter. I deleted a whole lot of other family members too.
I had learnt my lesson that people would take something fairly innocuous and manipulate it and twist it to use against you. I was angry, I felt betrayed, but I let it slide. It wasn’t the done thing for him to do. After that happened I completely distanced myself from him and his family. I went as far as hardly talking to any of them for years. My relationship with them is still more formal than it is with other relatives. Still it was a long time ago and I’m not one to hold grudges for too long.
A couple of days ago I went to my uncle’s house for something and I started talking to him (not the father of that cousin but his uncle too). We were talking about how I’m hardly around because I’ve only seen him a handful of times since I came back from Saudi. He asked me why I came back and I told him I had a plan and he asked me if I was going to get a job and I told him that I’m not looking for work right now because I need the time. We talked for a while and then the topic changed.
My uncle said to me that he saw some videos of me online and they disturbed him. One was of me singing from last summer that I uploaded as a joke with one of my friends. The second was the video of me from December where I shaved my head. He went on to say that this behaviour wasn’t Islamic and that he thought that I’d changed and become more religiously aware but that it wasn’t the case at all and that I shouldn’t be broadcasting such things on the internet. I asked him who showed him the videos and he said it was the brother of the cousin I mentioned at the top of this post. He said my cousins talked about how I’m a terrible Muslim and a bad person and a whole bunch of other things.
I entered a pretty long and detailed discussion with my uncle where I fought my corner. The pictures in the past shouldn’t have been there but I didn’t think either of these videos merited the comments he made towards me. I felt they were completely out of order and my cousin showing my uncle the videos was disgusting behaviour. I explained that, as a Muslim, one should hide the sins of the people around them and to give them excuses. I explained that spreading gossip and information about a person in a negative light is an abhorrent act as a Muslim. I said that talking about a person’s level of faith when they are not there is malicious and scandalous behaviour that is a big sin in Islam.
I turned around to my uncle and told him that I might have committed a sin (I was singing in one video and was topless in the second) but that sin wasn’t as bad as the sin he had committed with my cousins when they gossiped about me. I was pissed off but I kept my cool really well and made excellent points.
I came home and I was still pissed off. This time something different from what had happened before occurred. In 2009 I didn’t confront my cousin about his actions. This time I picked up my phone and called his brother. I asked him if he had a minute to talk and he said yes so I explained my position to him and how he acted in an extremely unislamic way. I told him I was shocked and disgusted by his behaviour. He let me speak and when I was finished he said that the points I made were fair but that it wasn’t him who showed my uncle the video. I told him I didn’t want to know who did but whoever did should realise that when you point one finger towards someone else you’re pointing three back towards yourself.
Anyway, I’m still pissed off about the whole situation. I’m still angry that people don’t know how to mind their own business. I’m a very different person now from the person I was in 2009 and attacking my level of faith is something I take incredibly personally because it’s something I’ve worked on an incredible amount over the last couple of years and I feel I’m a much better person because of that.
They’re not going to stop me from blogging. They’re not going to stop me from speaking my mind and publishing what I want.
If they have a problem with me I want to tell them that they should bring it up with me. If they have a problem with my faith bring it up with me. If they have a problem with me go about dealing with it in the correct Islamic way - the argument they use against me - instead of being cowards and disgusting individuals about the matter. If they have anything to say to me then say it to my face. The have my phone number. They know my address. Let’s discuss it like Muslims.
That goes for everyone out there. I’m above taking your shit. You’re not going to get me down. You’re not going to impact my life in any way. Your actions have shown, time and again, that I’m the bigger person than all of you who think that way. Only Allah knows who is the better Muslim but performing haram actions whilst championing Islam and using it to slander someone isn’t something you really should be doing. Hypocrisy isn’t a cool look this year.
I just want to leave you with these verses from the Quran, the words of Allah:
“O you who believe! Avoid much suspicion, for some suspicions are a sin. Do not spy on one another, nor backbite one another. Would one of you love to eat the flesh of his dead brother? Nay, you would abhor it, [so similarly, avoid backbiting]. And fear Allah. Indeed, Allah is Most Forgiving, Most Merciful.” Qur’an, [49:12]
“And do not follow that of which you do not have knowledge. Indeed, the hearing, the sight and the heart - [you] will be asked about all of those.” Qur’an, [17:36]
“He does not utter a [single] word, except that there is, with him, [an angel] ready and waiting [to record it].” Qur’an, [50:18]
I follow some wonderful people on tumblr. They write deep and informative posts about real issues and they write with passion. They write their own thoughts, opinions, and experiences that are thought provoking. I read posts by feminists, by Muslims, by people of the LGBT community, and people of colour. Sometimes people overlap in to more area than one but the posts don’t lose their potency. Their voice doesn’t lose it’s urgency.
These issues aren’t just based on the internet but are real life issues. People in all these groups, men and women, suffer hardships because of their gender (or how they identify), their religion, their sexuality, or their race. They bring to attention thoughts, words, and actions that hurt others.
I’m a straight cis male but I’m a person of colour and I’m also a Muslim. I’ve had experience with people making racist comments against me. I’ve had experience with people making ignorant comments against my religion. I’m not a person who can comment on issues facing women or people of the LGBT community but I can empathise. I can try to understand. I can try to understand that I have privilege that others don’t because of my gender but my race and religion takes some of that away from me.
On tumblr I’ve seen people make horrible comments towards women, towards Muslims, towards POC, and towards people of the LGBT community. I see these comments are terrible in nature and incredibly hurtful. I can’t fully understand some of the hurt caused because it’s not aimed towards me but I can empathise and I can especially notice when people use my gender or my religion to hurt others. I don’t like it when people send hate and scorn to others whilst saying they’re Muslim or men taking misogynistic positions.
See, the things is that all of these issues have one thing in common: a lack of respect. First of all we’re human. That’s what ties us all together. We have to understand that we’re all human and we all deserve a certain level of respect from each other. It doesn’t matter what you religion you are - you owe people respect. The fact of the matter is that, as a Muslim, it’s compulsory to give respect to each other and deal with people with kindness. I know it’s not just Muslims who read my blog but the majority of my readers are Muslim. I would like to share some things with some of my fellow Muslims…
There’s a hadith narrated by A’isha (RA), in Muslim, that says “Gentleness does not enter anything except that it beautifies it and harshness does not enter anything except that it disfigures it.”
It’s reported in Muslim that the Prophet (PBUH) said “Whoever is deprived of gentleness is deprived of good.”
And, finally, the most important of all, it is in the Qur’an where Allah says “So by mercy from Allah , [O Muhammad], you were lenient with them. And if you had been rude [in speech] and harsh in heart, they would have disbanded from about you. So pardon them and ask forgiveness for them and consult them in the matter. And when you have decided, then rely upon Allah . Indeed, Allah loves those who rely [upon Him].” (3:159)
We all know what Islam says about race and egalitarianism. We know what Islam says about women’s rights.
We should be aware. We should think. We should be kind. We should be respectful. Just because someone is different from you it doesn’t mean they don’t deserve your respect. The way to understand the plight of the people around you is to understand, not to criticise.
We owe respect to all minorities or disenfranchised groups. We have to understand the people behind the issues. If we are that offended by those people or groups we should walk away and say nothing.
I’m not talking about what is and isn’t sin according to your religion. This isn’t a matter of doctrine. What I think is and isn’t sin won’t change someone’s behaviour. It won’t change how they live their life.
I’ve really struggled to articulate my thoughts in this post because it’s something I feel more than I talk about. I’m not being naive, I don’t think. I know a lot of progress has been made in the last fifty years but there is a long way to go yet. There are so many issues that we need to be more aware of.
Before you decide to say something derogatory towards someone else please think about if you’re respecting that person. Before you offer your ‘advice’ or commentary about a person’s life and their choices or their being just think about if you’re doing it in a respectful way or don’t do it at all.
and it was really great.
The topic was the different tools the Islamic schools of jurisprudence use in order to understand and make rulings from Quran and Sunnah.
Alhamdulilah, I feel like I learned a lot.
Cordoba, Andalusia, and the Alhambra in Granada are all spectacular.
Pictures to come over the next few days.
Anonymous asked: What are you looking for in a wife? :)
Hi, Anon :)
I’ve been thinking about this question for a few days and in all honesty I’m not looking for anything in particular. There’s no single quality I want more than any other. There’s no one single quality that would be a deal-breaker.
It’s more about what the woman has and how it comes together in her. I want to see a manifestation of those things so she becomes someone engaging and stimulating intellectually. I want someone who I feel would be a good mother to our children. I want someone who sees the world in the same way I do. I want someone who can talk to me for hours and hours about life, the universe, and everything but can also listen to me. I want someone who pushes me and makes me want to be a better person and Muslim. I want someone who makes me closer to God. I know we’ll have our bad moments so I want someone who has it in her to compromise.
I haven’t mentioned beauty or education or work or any of those things because it’s all negotiable. I feel I have attributes that I bring to the table but I feel like I’m more that those attributes. I want someone who sees me for me and I’m willing to look past, and through, the standard list of things in her and try to see her for the person she really is.
I feel like I will have the world to offer to the right woman when she comes along, in sha Allah. I know that being a husband and a father is going to be the most important thing I do in life and I want to make sure it’s the thing I do the best.
Or you can be Christine.
I haven’t really been on tumblr in a week. It wasn’t the most productive week ever but I’m happy with some of the things that have happened.
Keep tuned for more amazing updates in the life of Waq…
Anonymous asked: Salaam! Have you watched the documentary Make Bradford British? And if so, what did you think of it? Just curious. Hope all is well :)
W/salaam. Coincidently, I got asked about this twice today. I have seen Make Bradford British. There were way too many sights that were all too familiar to me in the show. The guy with the beard, the religious man, my brother used to work out at the same gym and him and knows him REALLY well. Bradford is insane.
Anyway, about the show, I feel it was too simplistic. They painted simple pictures of racism in the city that are far more complex. Yes, segregation is a problem. Yes, racism exists here. Yes, we should do more to combat racist attitudes. Whether the show did anything towards helping that, I don’t know.
I don’t know where real solutions to the problem that is Bradford are going to come from. We need more quality jobs here. We need more emphasis on education. We need more racial integration and mixing to happen from a much younger age. We need people to understand different positions people take. People really need to understand Islam.
As entertainment it was fine. As social commentary, it was severely lacking and reductionist.
After a month and six days… my mother and I had our first proper argument. Two days before she leaves for eight weeks, too. I really thought we’d avoid it until after she got back but I was being too optimistic.
The fight was about how I don’t respect certain members of her family. I told her respect is earned not given and that I did the bare minimum to meet my Islamic obligations to other people. She didn’t see it that way.
Anyway, things got heated and she ended up saying that I was dead to her. She kept saying things like she wanted me out of her house and she never wanted to see me again.
I just started laughing at her.
I spent the afternoon, and most of the evening, with my sister and when I got home I talked to her like nothing happened. She gave me the silent treatment but I was cracking jokes and trying my best to make her talk to me. It didn’t work fully but I’ll be talking to her again before she leaves for Pakistan on Sunday evening.
I look towards the heavens and I look towards the prayer mat.
I look to the heavens because I get lost in the universe. I get lost in the vastness of space. I get lost in what is around me and the grand scale of it all. I try to understand but I can not comprehend. I can’t begin to comprehend how big everything is, and how small I am. I ask myself how big my problems are compared to the vastness of the universe. I’m smaller than a speck of dust. I’m less significant than a single grain of sand compared to all the beaches in all the seas on Earth. I am nothing and my problems are certainly nothing.
Then, I turn towards the prayer mat. I prostrate in front of Allah and I think about my problems. I think about the struggles I face in my life and think about the struggles faced by those who have prostrated in front of Allah in times gone by. I remember Allah’s words. “For indeed, with hardship [will be] ease” (94:6).
To the universe I might be nothing but in front of Allah I am something. I am a being subject to trials and tribulations and, ultimately, judgement. It gives me solace and meaning. It allows me to think about my problems in a different way. It allows me to attempt to understand them. It allows me to try to fix them.
That somewhere in the world a Muslim is praying Fajr.
Somewhere in the world a Muslim is praying Dhuhr,
Somewhere in the world a Muslim is praying Asr.
Somewhere in the world a Muslim is praying Maghrib.
And, somewhere in the world a Muslim is praying Isha.
Regardless of where we are, we’re one ummah. A truly beautiful ummah with people of all races, ages, and backgrounds. May Allah unify us and give us strength to be a great people like we once were.