April 7, 2014
A veil doesn’t mean ignorance. Neither does it mean lack of agency. Afghan women voting.

A veil doesn’t mean ignorance. Neither does it mean lack of agency. Afghan women voting.

March 30, 2014
Why Some Muslim Men Love Khadija and Ayesha

By Josh Shahryar

In the past couple of days, I’ve been witness to something that has angered me beyond measure. Some Muslim women started a hashtag on Twitter to talk about their issues. Why Twitter you ask? Well, because women’s issues are only marginally covered in the broader media unless it’s somehow connected to “saving” them or hijab or Femen. Under this hashtag - #IfKhadijaCanDoIt -, they were attempting to talk about the issues and problems facing them in current times.

As you guessed it, some Muslim men attempted to hijack it and infuse it with their own reactionary ideas of how Muslim women should live their lives. Below is a Twitter tirade I had last night that was directed at these men. For the most part, it’s what I tweeted as is, but I have added some new words and edited the tweets because in the heat of my anger, I forgot to type right at times. Here goes:

Dear Certain Muslim Men:

I’m tired and fed up with the double standards you have when it comes to Muslim women.

Why do I sense that there are two Islams for some of us? Why do I feel like the Islam for men is different from the Islam for women? On the one hand, there’s the cosmopolitan, inclusive, open Islam for men. It’s political, spiritual, religious. On the other, we’ve constructed an Islam for women that is only concerned with how they should belong to us in some way - whether as mothers, sisters, daughters or wives.

When we talk about Muslim men’s rights, we talk about everything - employment, immigration, health, education, workplace discrimination, systematic racism, racial profiling, insecurity… you name it, we talk about it. The Islam for men is politically charged. We use it to tackle issues that we face daily in our lives as independent beings with inalienable rights.

However, the Islam we’ve constructed for women serves only one purpose: to train women to be “good” mothers, wives, daughters and sisters. We don’t look at women’s problems in the same way as we do our own. We treat them like they’re far less dire than the hurdles facing us. When women attempt to get us to take them seriously, we patronize them with words like, “This is not as important as X, Y and Z facing the community right now.” As if women don’t have to struggle with issues we do.

We pretend like education, health care, immigration, racism etc… don’t affect them. Like they are only men’s issues. Some of us push hard to stunt their inclusion in our political struggles. When we allow them to join, we tokenize their presence. We’re happy to have them in full hijab, or with purdahs at rallies to show off how accepting of women’s rights we are. We like to talk about it to media. We showcase women in our political struggle, but behind closed doors, we’re just as prejudiced against them as the system that oppresses them.

We ignore that not only do they have to face every single problem we do, but they have to struggle against systemic and systematic misogyny, too, - not to mention far higher levels of sexual violence and almost all the sexual harassment.

Obviously, the worst of us want women to be confined to our houses - their role only to support us physically, spiritually and sexually. However, even among the best of us Muslim men, some treat women only as good as they can serve us in some way. Even when it comes to our political struggle, we include women to raise awareness about issues that are hurting us men, but when it comes to their problems, some of us abandon them. We don’t stand behind their voices. The worst don’t even listen.

Domestic violence? Their problem.
Lack of access to or cramped spaces and humiliation at mosques? Their problem.
Sexual harassment? Their problem.
Sexism at work? Their problem.
Misrepresentation in the media? Their problem.

If it’s something that pertains to only Muslim women, we pretend like it doesn’t even exist. We’re ready to defend ourselves when some Islamophobic nutjob collectively accuses us of treating Muslim women harshly, but when it comes to Muslim women being treated harshly by others, we don’t even notice. When Muslim women fight with us for our rights, they’re welcome. When it’s their rights, they stand alone. It’s like some Muslim men - even educated, cosmopolitan, “enlightened” men - feel shamed by supporting Muslim women.

But this… this angers me the most. This phrase that gets thrown around by some men when they’re confronted with women who want their rights, “Islam already gives women all the rights she needs.” This. Is. Bull****.

Brothers, when we are beat up by cops in NY, do we say, “Islam already gives men all the rights we need.” ??? Brothers, when our mosques are bugged by the FBI, do we say, “Islam already gives men all the rights we need.” ??? What about when we’re not hired because we’re brown? “Islam already gives men all the rights we need,” ??? No?

Brothers: Why is it that when Muslim men face racism and discrimination, we don’t talk about the prophet’s companions Othman or Omar? Brothers: Why is it that when the police uses violence against us, we don’t talk about Abuzar or Talha? Brothers: Seriously, if Islam is for all time, then why are we not able to see our issues in the prism of 1,400 years ago?

Oh, but just you wait till women’s issues come up. We all suddenly become scholars of early Islamic history.

Brothers, the only thing some of us can tell women is: “Well, just look at Khadija and Ayesha. That should solve your problem.”

Tell me brothers: How can looking at Khadija help a Muslim woman who’s being denied access to education by the state? How does looking at Ayesha help a Muslim who is being sexually harassed on the way to work? How should a Muslim woman who’s being discriminated against at work follow Fatima to solve her problem? You can’t because you and I both know why we use Khadija and Ayesha and Fatima when it comes to women’s issues.

We tell Muslim their problems are solved by women from early Islamic history because they were all housewives.

That’s what some of us want Muslim women to be, brothers. We want them to only serve our needs. Their existence tied to us. We don’t actually want to support Muslim women in their struggle against issues facing them. We just want to one up them while acting smart about it. But to live a life like Khadija or Ayesha, you need to have a husband like Mohammed, which I don’t see any of us being like. Even if Muslim women choose to be housewives - and many do - they’ll still struggle against patriarchy - at home.

The truth is, when some men tell Muslim women they should follow Khadija or Ayesha, what we really mean is: “Follow men.” Guess what: If there was a school in Mecca in 7th century AD, I’m sure Khadija and Ayesha would’ve liked to go to study, too. Muslim women would’ve become nurses, doctors, and teachers, too, if those institutions existed. If all the Muslim women should do is what women in 7th century AD Mecca did, then why are men doing different things?

Why don’t we men take camels up and down the Mecca-Syria trail since that’s what the best Muslim men back then did? Name one male companion of the prophet who was a doctor or an engineer or a college professor. One. (The answer by the way is zero). Better yet, why aren’t we dreaming of becoming sheep herders when we grow up because that’s what the prophet grew up doing?

Why do some Muslim men want to be doctors, engineers and college professors unlike the prophet and his companions? Isn’t this bid’ah and fitnah? But when Muslim women want to teach, or treat patients or design cars some of us start shouting, “KHADIJA! AYESHA! BID’AH! FITNAH!” And best of all: “Islam already gives women all the rights she needs…”

You know what that translates to? “Make me food. Suck my d***. Raise my kids.”


The truth is, some of us use Khadija and Ayesha and Fatima’s names to enslave their daughters - nothing more, nothing less. Worse, we use Islam to justify our own inadequacies, our own prejudices and our own misogyny and contempt for women. No, Islam doesn’t give women all the rights they need because some of these rights didn’t even exist back then. There were no constitutions, no social contracts and no inalienable rights.

That’s why Islam isn’t the be all end all for us men and our problems and rights in contemporary society. That’s why our banners decrying racial profiling by New York Police Department don’t include the words, “Islam already gives us all the rights we need. Please continue to oppress us because we’re very happy.”


So what is the solution? How can we men help? Here’s a revolutionary idea: listen to Muslim women.

Muslim women know their problems and the solutions to them. They’re working on it. All they need from us is support. They’re fighting against the system denying them their rights and you know, their issues are too complex for a guy - like me and you - to understand on our own. We have to learn - from them. After they’ve made us understand, we have to ask them how we can support them. Not support them the way we would like to.

Most of all, we men shouldn’t try to come up with answers: Muslim women already have most of them and are working on the rest. Our job is when women come out to implement their solutions to stand behind them or beside them. Not in front of them. They’re already in the trenches for their rights and for solving their issues. They need amplification of their voices not obstruction. We can stand with them against the state, the religious establishment, even our own brothers - just like they stand with us when our rights are at stake. Or we can ignore them, but even ignoring them - at this critical juncture - is better than beating the Khadija and Ayesha drum.

Not only does it demean Khadija and Ayesha and show our contempt for women, it also gives the system extra ammunition to oppress women. After all, if Muslim men don’t want women to have their rights, why should the states care?

Finally, next time someone asks you why you’re speaking for women’s rights or joining their rallies, tell them because:

"If one of you sees something wrong, let him change it with his hand; if he cannot, then with his tongue; if he cannot, then with his heart and this is the weakest faith." - Prophet Mohammed (PBUH)

March 26, 2014
Fallen

Sometimes,

Just as you’re about to fall asleep,

Or have,

You spontaneously wake yourself up,

As if you’d been falling,

But you aren’t,

That’s how I remember you,

Just as I’ve distracted myself of your existence completely,

I suddenly realize,

That you do,

And that I’ve fallen.

November 10, 2013
I’m Not OK

Whenever I’m hit by something,

Something hard,

You know how things hit you randomly from the forever churning tornado that’s life?

Things like that,

When they hit me,

I stand in front of a mirror,

Any mirror,

In the bathroom,

Glass in the window when it’s dark outside and light in my room,

Or a simple puddle of water,

And I tell myself,

I’m OK…

Things will be OK!


I’ve left many winters behind me,

And may have many summers ahead,

Been hit hard,

Harder than you think,

Harder than I thought I was able to withstand,

So hard I wonder how I came through

But I know,

That somehow,

No matter how bad things get,

No matter how hard I’m hit,

I’ll always have my reflection,

To remind me,

That I’m OK…

Things will be OK!


Yet,

Things are not OK,

They haven’t been since I learned the meaning of the word,

Since I learned that I could speak,

To people,

And to my own self in a mirror,

And for a long time I wondered,

How,

How is it that I’m never OK,

How is it that I lie to myself so honestly,

And then lean back on a couch and take a deep breath,

Knowing, yet knowing that I’m wrong,

That I’m OK,

That things will be OK!


As I looked at the stars tonight,

And searched for the moon beyond the buildings, and trees and hills and smog,

I reminded myself again,

That I’m OK,

Yet,

I was without you,

Sure I’m OK,

But at night?

With only the stars?

Alone…?

How am I OK only when you’re all not here?

Because when you are with me,

And you’re not OK,

Even if you are the neighbor’s dog,

Or the guy who helps me out when my train ticket isn’t letting me into the platform,

Or the woman in China who pressed the button that printed the letters on this keyboard,

Or the tree that just fell somewhere in a rainforest no one wants to save,

When you exist around me and I sense that you’re miserable,

That you suffer,

How can I be OK?

How can things be OK?


They are not,

They never will be,

I’m not the moon,

I’m not the uncaring smog that hides the moon,

My existence only has a meaning when you exist in it,

And my existence refuses to feel that things are fine,

When you’re not,

No mirror can make it right,

No words can remove the knowledge,

And not lies can cure the guilt,


So tonight,

I stood in front of the mirror,

And told myself,

Ourselves,

That we’re not OK,

That things are not OK,

But they will be,

We have work to do.

November 2, 2013
More to Lost Time*

Maybe once you’re here,

We can talk about every monsoon that passed us by,

Without us dancing under the rain,

Every sunset that we spent,

Without walking barefoot on the beach,

And every winter storm,

Without us reading to each other near the fireplace,

Every sunny morning,

Every cloudy afternoon,

Every snowy night,

Will have to be remedied,

I keep count,

I know you do, too,

I know it probably means nothing,

But none of things mean anything to me,

Without you,

And with you,

I’m sure their memories, too, would mean everything.

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November 1, 2013
Woman: I'm smart
Patriarchy: Well you're probably ugly then
Woman: I'm creative
Patriarchy: You mean unattractive right?
Woman: I have all these incredible accomplishments
Patriarchy: Yeah but look how ugly you looked doing them
Woman: I have value
Patriarchy: Not if you're ugly lol
Woman: I'm conventionally-attractive & posted selfies on my blog
Patriarchy: I'm so sick of these empty-headed chicks only caring about their looks. Just because you are attractive and get attention from men doesn't mean you are special or deserve respect. Why don't you read a book or do something productive with your life you dumb slut
October 24, 2013
More Time*

I’m mad at our creator,

Just twenty four hours?

How is that enough?

How is that enough?

Why do I always run out of time,

Why do I stare at the clock at the end of the day,

Each day…

I need more time,

To fantasize about how the sun shines brighter when you smile,

How the clouds part to give way to when you turn and hide your face in your hair…

How the wind stops blowing when you hold your breath…

I need more time, my love.

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October 21, 2013
Reality*

I wake up to your face,

And go to bed with your image behind my closed eyelids,

Maybe,

Maybe I dream of you,

But,

I don’t remember the last time I dreamt,

Because I don’t know if I’m awake when I’m with you,

I don’t know,

I don’t know if you are a dream yourself,

And if you are,

I am not sure,

I am not sure I want to wake up.

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October 15, 2013
Distance*

Sometimes,

You’re so far,

So far,

That when I say your name,

You don’t even hear the echo of my voice,

So far,

That the screams of my desire for you,

Are muffled by the air that separates us,

From knowing how your hair smells,

This distance…

They say love transcends boundaries,

That it takes flight,

And doesn’t stop until it has quenched its thirst,

I wait for my wings,

Before I become an afterthought to my own suffering.

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October 15, 2013
Times I Await,*

The next time we meet,

I must give you my eyes,

For they are of no use to me,

If they can’t see you,

I must give you my arms,

They are of no use to me,

If they can’t hold you,

Take my chest,

And my heart with it,

What good are they,

If you can’t put your hand over them,

And see how they beat for you,

How they ache for your touch,

Next time,

My love,

Next time…

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