Ramadan is a very important month for Muslims all over the world. Every year during the Islamic month of Ramadan, Muslims fast from sunrise to sunset. Although Muslims consume food or water during daylight, Muslims also cannot do anything that would be considered sinful (lying, etc.). The month is about spiritually building yourself into a better person.
Although it does sound like a struggle, it is actually a time of happiness. I’ve always seen Ramadan as a time to get together with your family and community, and to focus on yourself as a member of society.
This is why I think it’s amazing that Canadian politicians are going around making videos wishing Canadian-Muslims ‘Ramadan Kareem’ (which translates to generous Ramadan). This past election, which saw the Liberals take a majority government, was a big election for Canadian-Muslims. Groups like Canadian Muslim Vote and many others worked on getting Muslims to take part in civic engagement.
Donald Trump’s opinion on Muslims are always so interesting.
When Sadiq Khan became the newly elected Mayor of London, Donald Trump expressed his happiness and even offered for Khan to be the ‘exception’ to his no-Muslim rule. This, to me, came off as kind of patronizing and sounds like “if when you’ve proven you’re a nice enough Muslims you can come into the United States of America”.
Politics is usually about discourse and debate. Politicians debate each other on how to handle issues, whether it be economic or foreign policy. That is why there is a government and an opposition, so that we can make sure we have a civilized and purposeful debate.
What’s sad is we’re not seeing any of that in the current GOP debate.
Instead we are seeing a wacky competition of who can out-bigot the other candidate. It would be a great reality show if this weren’t all so real.
As some of you know, there was recently a shooting in Peshawar inside of a Mosque. The news is tragic, but someone recorded footage of the entire incident on their phone. It was almost impossible to watch; it’s the kind of pain that digs deep into your skin. I really wish this sort of violence would stop. It’s not fair to anyone in such a situation. My heart goes out to them.
I sit in a Mosque, my hands held high Praying to God that I could live another night; That I don’t become a ghost or a memory forgotten, That five years from now my skin won’t have become rotten. Because in such a place of peace can still be infiltrated by hate. Ratatatatat; caught in a surreal state. The carpets are stained, blood on the window panes; A bullet doesn’t touch me, so how can I still feel pain? And yet God has covered me in a blanket; I can go home to my family, not home in a casket.
The news has broken my heart; Deah Barakat, Yusor Mohammad Abu-Salha and Razan Mohammad Abu-Salha had their lives taken away. There is nothing to even slightly justify what happened. I just hope to God that their deaths do not go in vain. This poem, which I had to write, is titled ‘Barakat’.
A blessing was robbed in the bright eyes of the sun. Lovebirds were shot as they soared through the sky. The gems were crushed; there was nothing to be done. And the rivers, streamless and lost, flowed from her eyes.