So, in an effort to create more content - because people always tell me I need to "create more content," you can see one of the answers to recent questions from a blog post I did for More Than Hijab below. I will use these for the next nine days.
This is cheating, and I'm fully aware.
Ramadan Kareem!
Wallah my heart is broken over what's happening in the Arab world to my Muslim brothers and sisters - especially the innocent children. I don't talk about it because I'm not worthy of speaking about their precious lives.
I do have two things to say about the subject in general, however. I can't help it, I'm a big mouth:
1) Please, stop posting videos and photos of children slaughtered and cut in half.
May Allah (swt) be pleased with them and shelter them in Paradise.
Please, let's have respect for their fragile lives and instead of using their bodies to make a point, let's use their souls and their stories.
Social media is a powerful tool for awareness, but Allah (swt) is much more Powerful.
2) There is a difference between a Zionist and a Jew.
I DEMAND respect for Islam, and I would be a hypocrite if I didn't do the same for Judaism.
If you are Muslim, quit posting negative things about Judaism. Zionists are to Judaism as Al Qaeda is to Islam. They're NOT RELATED. Zionism was founded using the religion as a way to gain attention and support, but they are not actually supported by the religion.
Similarly, the Torah prohibits the creation of a specifically Jewish state.
Your hate for Judaism is the same hate that others have for Islam in that it is the fault of a very small group of crazies.
This video has more information that was very enlightening to me. Click the link below or watch videos from Rabbi Yisroel Dovid Weiss.
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May Allah (swt) protect all of my Muslim brothers and sisters as WELL as my Jewish brothers and sisters in the area. May He put an end to the extremists of all religions as they are not doing justice for His beautiful Message. May all of those who lost their lives be granted the highest place in Jannah (Heaven) that they all rightfully deserve and may we all be blessed enough to have the honor of meeting them there someday.
Salaam everyone: Had the honor of writing a "guest post" on another blog - More Than Hijab - and hoped you would take a look at it! Both her blog itself and my post.
More importantly, her blog ;)
Here's My Post
Promise to post more on this blog within the next week inshaAllah.
Hannah
I'm currently working on a project and can't wait to share it with you guys, but in the meantime, I had asked for assistance from my beautiful masjid: King Fahad Masjid.
They agreed to help me out and did this beautiful khutbah in order to help.
Jazak Allah khair to everyone there for always making me feel like I'm home.
May Allah (swt) make us all realize that everyone is deserving of equality and rights independent of religion, race, or culture. It's really a message close to my heart right now.
I haven't flown in a few months so haven't had too many treacherous experiences lately, but there are definitely challenges when flying Muslim in America. The first challenge, is the prayers of people around you BEGGING God that you not be on the same plane as them. Literally I've gotten out of my car and seen people doing the whole "forehead, chest, shoulder" cross thing. Chill out, people. I may be on your flight independent of what you're asking God... pray for your safety in general, not your safety from me, please.
Next, comes the ticket line, when people automatically try to help me because clearly I cannot possibly speak English.
Them (Yelling, in caveman language): "YOU INSERT YOUR BOARDING PASS NUMBER HERE"
Me (quietly, in perfect English): "Yes, thank you. I know...."
Joy.
Then, we go through security - the FUN part. Everyone is looking at me like I MUST have SOMETHING in my bags that ain't gonna make it. I stress about this for at least a month before I fly.
The first joy of security is the awkward "how you look and your name don't match up" look that I get from TSA.
Yes, I know, Hannah Nemec-Snider, and I'm wearing this on my head.... it may not add up to you, but this is Amurica, sir. Look at my ID all you want, nothing's going to change. And please, check the hologram on the ID 72 times. It won't change. I'm still white. It's a real ID. And yes, this is still on my head. Move along.
And THEN - the climax of the whole event - The conveyor belt of doom.
The entire time I am FRANTICALLY stressed that even though I know that I read the instructions on what can and can't come in my carry-on and how to label it and clear plastic baggies for my shampoo, it is SUCH a hassle to - within a 14 second period - take off my shoes, put my laptop in a container, take out my liquids from the plastic baggie, and smush my carry-on into a tiny little conveyor belt.
I was deathly scared when I looked like your average white girl before this process - and now I'm seven times more stressed.
This should literally be an event in the Olympics. WHO THE HECK DOES THIS GRACEFULLY?
I look like a scared rat for these entire 14 seconds.
Then, I step through the scanner. Without fail, I am asked to step to the side.
They ask if they can pat me down. I say, yes, as long as it's a girl. They touch every millimeter that is my body. The girl is always super short, so I have to squat the entire time so all 5'9'' of me can be pat down.
They ALWAYS get extra thorough on my head - check my hijab, pat it down, touch my bun in the back of my head, pat every inch of me. Easiest one was Cleveland and LAX - not sure why. Hardest, most annoying was Boston. WOW. That's all I have to say.
Then, they always say "enjoy your flight!" as if they didn't just finish touching me more intimately than I expect my husband to on my wedding night.
Disgusted, I go to find my gate. As I walk by, I continue to hear the prayers "Please, God, make sure she's not on my flight."
Then, I finally arrive at my gate. I take a seat. I always get there early so that I don't have to be the one that awkwardly sits next to others and freaks them out.
I'd rather they be "stuck" sitting next to me.
A couple times I've given up my comfy waiting seat to elderly women and people were VERY relieved that I was forced to stand. I'm thrilled my comfort upsets you. You're welcome.
One of the MOST AMUSING parts to me of the entire experience, is the utterly TREMENDOUS effort that other Muslims and I make to ensure that we do not interact in ANY POSSIBLE WAY while waiting for the flight. No eye contact. No salaams. No acknowledgement. If I clearly have a question, no one is willing to help me. We do not speak ANY Arabic to each other, even if they don't speak English. It is the most disconnected event in the entire Arab world, I feel.
I think that it derives from the fear that others may feel we are all connected and this may freak out the other passengers. Like maybe we have a secret plan or something? I promise, I have never met any of the other people on our flights EVER in my life.
An added bonus on my last trip was the fact that my athan went off on my phone - louder than normal - while waiting at my gate. "ALLAHU AKBAR" is not the last thing you want to hear before you board a plane, I guess.
And then, ah, we finally board. I get more crazy looks at the disconnect between my name and my ticket gets the final check from the gatekeepers.
I start walking down the aisle on the plane - at this point people are praying SO HARD that I don't sit next to them, I get emotional about the spirituality in the room. More prayers are said in this few minutes than probably ever in entire lifetimes for some of them.
And then, I sit, in my seat. Next to someone that is eyeing me up and down the ENTIRE flight. No one next to me EVER sleeps even a WINK.
When we arrive at our destination, safely, without any disturbance from me - besides maybe my horrible snoring the entire flight - I get a feeling of thankfulness when I get off the plane. I feel like people want to shake my hand and thank me. People nod at me and smile, with gratitude.
SURPRISE! YOU'RE ALIVE!
You're welcome that I was a normal person, people. You are SO welcome.
And then, I forget about the whole thing until my trip is over and it's time to go back home, when I get to have the same exact experience all over again.
May Allah (swt) safely deliver all people in the world to their destinations, and may the stereotypes fade over time. And, please, Ya ALLAH, make the security process less stressful on me. The heart attack I experience every time I have to fly is not good for my health.
Here's the last batch of questions... Hope you enjoy :)
1. "Are you allowed to drive in your religion?"
Religiously, totes. The Prophet (saws)'s wives rode camels and the modern day equivalent would be driving. Culturally, Saudi Arabia is the only country that women don't drive in. It's a cultural thing, though, not a legal thing... And a lot is changing....
2. "Don’t you hate Jesus or something?"
Yep, and that's why I wear this thing on my head that his mother also wore. I love Jesus. More than when my family practiced Christianity.
3. "Are you allowed to get a job?"
Allowed to and have.
4. "Does your husband treat you okay and all?"
God willing, when I find one he will treat me with more respect, knowing that I preserved my modesty just for him.
5. "Why not just take it off for work?"
Why not just walk around naked in front of your parents?
6. "What’s that thing called?"
Finally, a non-ignorant question! It's called hijab (heh-jeb)
7. "Are you allowed to date?"
Got any raisins? How about a date? :D No, no dates.
8."You know what would be cool, if you let your hair down for at least a day."
You know what would be cool, if you wear this for a day!
9. "How do you swim?"
Not well to be honest, I just can doggie paddle to stay afloat... Oh, you mean in hijab? Hideous swim suits - I choose to just avoid swimming.
10. "Can you even exercise with that on?"
It's a little hotter as you may expect, but yep! And I do!
11. "Do you hand make you own scarves?"
Yep, on my golden loom at my house.... What is this 1706?
12. "Where do you get your hair done at?"
I make the lady stay late at the salon when everyone else has left for the day. God bless her soul.
Any more questions? Let me know in the comments!
1. ‘Can I see your hair?' Are you a girl? Then of course :)
2. ‘Do you find white guys attractive?’
I find good men attractive. Although I don't see myself marrying a white guy, there are still many beautiful white guys - inside and out.
3. ‘I know this one guy who covers his hair to. Y’all should meet'
Oh my gosh, I know another brunette girl, you guys will be best friends! Actually, I know a guy - of the Sikh faith - that covers his hair too... And we have shared haircare tips and tricks. He's awesome.
4. ‘So what is hummus really made out of?’
Chic peas, olive oil and garlic. And one or two tears of angels.
5. ‘I know (fill in the blank) hahaha sorry I thought you were her! You all just look so much alike.’
Yep, all black people, Asians, and Jews probably look the same to you too, right?
6. ‘Were you born in America?’
Indeed.
7. ‘Do you know any good hookah lounges?’
Nope. Not a hookah fan.
8. ‘I feel bad you don’t know how it feels to have the wind in your hair.’
For this one, I must admit, I feel bad about it too. It almost defeats the purpose of me having a convertible. Once, my girlfriends and I went to the Hollywood sign at 3 AM and driving up the long road to get there (knowing absolutely NO ONE was on the road) I took off my hijab and felt it for myself. Pretty life changing. Definitely an amazing feeling.
I must say,vthough, I feel bad that you don't get to have the same feeling I get in hijab though, the ultimate feeling of protection.
9. ‘Whats that thing in the back of your head?'
A hamster.
It's my hair....
10. 'Are you bald?'
Sure if that would give you additional questions about number 9....
11. 'Ya know, I was just nervous to approach you because I didn't know if you spoke English”
How ironic! I was scared to approach you because you look like an ignorant fool!
12. "Do you miss showing off your hair?"
Gotta be honest, my hair is pretty fabulous... But I get to show it off to my girlfriends and they're the only ones I care about seeing my hair anyways.
Last post to come tomorrow!