Monday, February 08, 2010




"Flying While Muslim" by Nafees Syed (for CNN)

Asalaam Alaikum (Peace be with you),

Editor's note: Nafees A. Syed, a senior at Harvard University majoring in government, is an editorial editor at The Harvard Crimson as well as a senior editor and columnist for the Harvard-MIT journal on Islam and society, Ascent. She is chairwoman of the Harvard Institute of Politics Policy Group on Racial Profiling.

(CNN) -- It seems that now someone called "Barack Hussein Obama" can be pulled aside and patted down merely because of his name. But while our president has the benefit of Air Force One, millions of us with a "funny name" (Muslim and otherwise) do not. Like me.

I've consistently faced "random" selections for extra screening at the airport after I decided to wear the hijab, or Muslim head covering. I've been told to take my head scarf off or have my head probed while the passengers in front of me offered pitying smiles as they rushed to their flights.

One time, the woman in front of me had a hairdo that could pose more of a security threat than any head scarf could. Muslim women wear the hijab as a symbol of modesty, to be judged not by their appearance.

The Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. dreamed that people would be judged for "the content of their character." However, the Transportation Security Administration is judging me and other Muslims by the way we look.

The TSA uses the hijab to profile Muslim women, and passengers can now expect a full-body pat-down, an appallingly invasive "enhanced pat-down search that could include the chest and groin, or a planned "mind-scan" that would track people's reaction to terrorist symbols. What's next, palm reading?

At an airport with a full body scanner, I can have the image of my body displayed before a stranger -- virtual nudity. Do they seriously have a blank check on our bodies? Of course I care about profiling partly because I'm affected. But does one have to face this issue to feel that it's wrong? After all, it is difficult to imagine ourselves in other people's shoes when we don't have to.

It's hard for me too. Especially over the past month, I've been shocked at the comments about my faith, and the sometimes-prejudiced support for racial profiling. Radio host Mike Gallagher said, "There should be a separate line to scrutinize anybody with the name Abdul or Ahmed or Mohammed." Sorry Paula Abdul and Muhammad Ali, or anyone with the world's most common name, Muhammad.

For people who aren't affected by racial profiling at airports, imagine this: The TSA implements a new rule to counter drunken driving, which kills over 13,000 Americans every year. People who are not Muslim have to go through a Breathalyzer test before they can enter their vehicle. Muslims don't drink alcohol and are, therefore, exempt. Ridiculous? I agree.

I know that what I am going through is just the tip of the iceberg of racial profiling in our country. Thirty-two million Americans report that they have been the victims of racial profiling. Racial profiling violates the U.S. Constitution, is ineffective and trickles down to the workplace, schools and elsewhere.

You also run into problems when you justify profiling nearly one in every four people in the world. There are Muslims of every possible race, making profiling practically futile. Fareed Zakaria said it best: "When you're trying to find a needle in a haystack, adding hay does not help you."

Putting ethical and pragmatic reasons aside, it's hard to justify not caring. Even if racial profiling doesn't affect us, it affects our friends, family members, co-workers, doctors, television personalities -- the list goes on. There are some people who don't know Muslims and are numb to realizing the effects of profiling. Therein lies the problem.

According to the Pew Research Center, people who know Muslims are less likely to have negative views of them. Co-existence is a dismal possibility unless people go to the source to find out about Islam, not skewed Web sites.

And Muslims, here's something to think about: If your knowledge of Islam came from common stereotypes, wouldn't you also be misinformed about the faith and its followers? The Quran says, "[God has] made you into nations and tribes, so that you might come to know one another (49:13)." So get to know your fellow Americans.

There are some Americans who think Muslims are terrorists and some Muslims who think that other Americans are willfully ignorant. Neither group deserves such a label. Psychologist Henri Tajfel, who was a Holocaust survivor, explained how we isolate ourselves into an "in-group" and facilitate discrimination of an "out-group."

Religious profiling boxes Muslims into a category separate from Americans. We can't accept that distinction. Let's all think outside of the box.

It's essential for U.S. security that airport screening be done. But we need to stop the inflation of procedures that make our society more afraid and less secure. The TSA needs to stop and evaluate methods that are more effective, less invasive, and don't discriminate based on religion or race.

Sunday, February 07, 2010




Phantoms

Asalaam Alaikum (Peace be with you),

I am stalked by fear. After losing three friends to suicide, my mind has unraveled and I feel constantly afraid. I don’t live the life of a normal, young professional, but one predicated on loneliness and a desire to be surrounded by people; yet, I also crave isolation as a way of distancing my unique pain from the fake empathy – “I know what you’re going through” (Bullshit!) – of those around me.

I can’t watch horror films anymore and even movies with twisted plots and brutal violence leave me shaking the next day … and the next … and the next. What was thinking watching “American Psycho” last night just before sleeping? All night, I dreamt that someone was in the room near me – even though I knew that wasn’t possible – and at times, I felt like the door was slowly opening and someone might be standing there, which I also know isn’t possible.

I am stalked by the fear that those whom I loved – Kristine, Blair and Rob – are still mad at me that I didn’t do enough to save them before they took their lives. I am afraid that I will never even meet the expectations my parents have set for me. I am afraid that I can never live the good Muslim life because I can’t meet the expectations of those around me. And most of all, I am afraid because I know what jahannam (hell) is like for those who don’t do good and I feel like I am constantly f***ing up, constantly making mistakes and I fear with all my heart that Allah (SWT) won’t forgive me because of too many blown chances.

Every time I miss fajr (morning prayer) or another salat (prayer), I feel like I am letting Allah (SWT) down. I feel like I am suddenly one degree less Muslim than I was before.

People ask me at work all the time why I work so hard. Public safety is never surprised when I show up on the weekend and need to be let into the building. Security is never surprised to see me stay till 10 or 11 p.m. sometimes. When I first started working at my current job, I didn’t have a car and if I missed the last bus, I would sleep in my office. That went on till public safety found out and I was told point blank that it was a major liability. It’s not like I had so much work that I couldn’t do at home, but what kind of home life is it when you immerse yourself in work just so that you don’t have even a second to think about your past and how it haunts you?

I can immerse myself in work, but for how long? I am 30 years old and I wonder if I will ever be able to just enjoy life. I try to get involved in relationships and then just end up hurting these wonderful women because I can’t share enough of my life, my mind with them. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but then I think about why I am in the relationship and it boils down to fear of being alone and fear of abandonment. Neither of those are strong enough reasons to be in a relationship; in fact, they are downright selfish.

I can’t imagine losing any more of my peers, yet who can avoid death? I reached my suicide tipping point in March 2001, and yet it happened again in November 2001 and then May 2007. What happens if someone else I know kills him or herself? What is going to happen to me? Oh Allah, save me from myself! In the last verse of Sura Al-Baqarah, the second chapter of the Qu'ran, Allah SWT says that we are tested only as much as we can bear. I know that what I am going through our tests. But is it wrong for me to question the test? Why did I have to be tested in this way? Oh Allah, please help me!

Sunday, January 24, 2010


Boycotting American Apparel (click here for a free sticker)

Asalaam Alaikum (Peace be with you),

One of the central components of this beautiful deen (way of life) is the notion of allowing Islam to dictate every aspect of the believer's life. As Muslims, we take our instructions from the Holy Qur'an and from the sahih (authenticated) hadith (narrations) of the Final Messenger, Prophet Muhammad (SAW). I was trying to explain this concept earlier today to my father i.e. As a Muslim, I believe that every aspect of my life, to the best of my ability, should be in accordance with the Sunnah (traditions, customs of Prophet Muhammad (SAW)). I dress according to the Sunnah. I eat according to the Sunnah. I sleep according to the Sunnah. And so on ...

A part of being Muslim then is also the belief that one should not want for his brother what he does not want for himself. This is a well established principle and it extends to a lot of things that some may not consider. For example, as a Muslim, I am commanded not to eat pork. Alhamdulillah, I follow this principle to the upmost. But, something that goes hand in hand with that as well is that I also do not buy or donate pork-based products or foods to other people - Muslim and non-Muslim - because that food is haraam (forbidden) to everyone. As many scholars have said, there is no baraka (blessing) in that food. How can I give someone something that I cannot eat? By the same reasoning, I also cannot endorse or support products, goods or services that come from questionable or forbidden means. I have a lot of tattoos from pre-Islamic days, but I don't endorse getting tattooed and don't tell my students where to get ink.

I mention all of this to explain why I cannot support American Apparel and why I believe that a boycott of their goods is in order. Although AA has a reputation for making clothes "in America" and supporting fair labor practices, they also have a reputation for exploiting women like their models and employees. I believe their advertising is exploitive of women on many levels, but when I heard what their founder does and how he handles "new talent," I was disgusted. He once exposed himself to a reporter from the now-defunct Jane magazine and even masturbated in front of her.

The question is really not even of a personal boycott, but of trying to find "ethically" made t-shirts (a phrase I borrowed from Sticker Sisters). Ultimately, I am not telling anyone else to believe in what I believe or to take the stance I have. As Allah (SWT) says in the Qur'an in Sura Al-Kafirun, "For you is your faith and for me, is mine." I believe that Muslims need to be more mindful of what goes into the things they take from granted, take a step back and examine their lives more closely. It may be just a t-shirt or a pair of socks. But if those socks were made from unfair practices or by abusing or hurting people, are they really worth it?

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

"American Radical" Part I

Asalaam Alaikum (Peace be with you),




On Monday, I had the opportunity for the second year in a row to catch at least one film at the Atlanta Jewish Film Festival. There is always an excellent selection to pick up from and this year was no different. I also admire the AJJF for bringing at least one film a year - if not many more - that explores the political and religious tension between Jews and Muslims. Last year, they screened "The Road to Mecca," the story of the most famous modern-day Jewish convert to Islam, Muhammad Asad. This year, I saw "American Radical: The Trials of Norman Finkelstein" at the Lefont in Sandy Springs.

Alhamdulillah, it was an excellent film and opportunity. There is much to discuss about the man, but I wanted to share some of the questions and comments I jotted down so I could go into them in detail in my sequel post:

1. What does Finkelstein's case teach us about academic freedom?

2. What about tenure? What views are safe for tenure and what are not?

3. Borrowing the title of a plenary I attended at the American Political Science Association Meeting in Toronto, "How free should hate speech be?" Or is it "hate speech" at all if it is just an opinion not accepted by the majority in your community?

4. What does it mean to be a "radical" in a post-9/11 America? A lot of people proudly thought of themselves as radicals in the 20th century from Upton Sinclair to Cornel West. But, is "radical" a good word now?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

An Interesting Conversation

Asalaam Alaikum (Peace be with you),

Anyone who follows the news, knows that being a Muslim in the U.S. can be a tricky enterprise - particularly when it comes to dealing with public perceptions and stereotypes, which can lead to hostility. There have been no shortage of stories about people held at airports for innocuous things like Arabic flashcards in backpacks or speaking in Arabic on a plane. However, one of the things I have repeatedly told my students and my friends is that the only way to change people's perceptions is through education ... and by continuing to practice Islam, our faith. As American Muslims, we have to continue to pray when it is time to; fast when we have to; attend jumuah (Friday congregational prayer) when it is mandatory; wear hijab; etc.

So, it was a surprise to me to have the following text message debate with my friend Juvaid, in South Carolina.** (name and location have been changed to protect identity). J works as a substitute teacher and he had just told me about a job he got at a Jewish school:

Juvaid (J): I am teaching at the Jewish school again.
Shyam (S): Is that good or bad? Where do you pray when you’re there?
J: You don’t pray.
S: What? What about dhuhr? (early afternoon prayer)
J: Try not to stand out.
S: If you have to pray you pray. You’re Muslim, they’re Jewish.
J: But you cannot do that. It would be like reading the holy book on an airplane.
S: You’re my friend and my brother, but I disagree. What’s wrong with reading a Qur’an on a plane? Or praying in public?
J: The pilot making an emergency landing and you being detained for questioning.
S: How are Americans going to change if we’re afraid of being Muslim? Whether at a Jewish school or on a plane?
J: I am not afraid, but you have to choose your battles.
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I agree that we do have to choose our battles. But, why do we have to keep hiding our identity - Muslim, Arab, Indian, Black - to meet the guidelines by someone else? There are five pillars of Islam and one of the pillars is salat (prayer). We don't pray when it is convenient for us and we don't stop prayer when it is inconvenient for us. The Holy Qur'an is full of Allah (SWT)'s hikma about prayer - there is even a provision to pray on a camel if it is so required. My friends and I have shared salat stories and we have prayed everywhere - bus stops, airports, schools, colleges, planes, restaurants, parking lots, parks, rest areas, etc. My friend Azhar was just telling me today that he prayed at the Georgia Aquarium last week!

One of the things that drew me to Islam was how the deen (religion) of Muslims seemed to stand strong even after 9/11. In such a climate today, the only way for Muslims to truly create change is by not forgetting the most important part of our lives - practicing Islam.

Friday, January 08, 2010

I took this photo of Thiruvanmiyur Beach (Chennai) at dawn.
A Trip of Firsts
Asalaam Alaikum (Peace be with you),

I've just returned from jumuah at Masjid Al-Mumineen in Clarkston, GA. It's a cold, icy day in Georgia and I pray that Allah (SWT) gave more ajjar to those who braved the weather to come for jumuah while I'm sure many chose to just stay at home. When I stepped out of the masjid, I was hit with a blast of cold air and for a second, couldn't believe that last Friday, I was attending jumuah with two old classmates, Parvez and Afzal, at Peer Kurasani Masjid in Chennai in India. I'm glad that I expected the worst of my most recent trip to India because it really was quite good. Yes, there was a fair degree of drama, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I couldn't believe it had been almost three years since I had last been in India. While I was there, I I made some decisions about my future. Here goes:

#1: It was the first time I've seriously questioned my own mortality:
Heart disease and diabetes are par for the course in both sides of my family and among South Indians in general. I have known for years that my lifestyle choices have been unhealthy, but I always just pushed off the thought because I was like, "next year." Well, I turned 30 a few months ago and next year is now. My dad got his first heart attack when he was 36 and the way I am eating and not exercising, my own heart attack looms on the horizon.
We also did my blood work in the last few days and the numbers are equally grim. My fasting blood sugar - after 12 hours of no food, only water - was 112. And for my cholesterol, my HDL (good cholesterol) is terrible - 28, when it should be at least 40 for men. I have seen my father struggle to bring his HDL up through a combination of intense exercise, medication and austere dieting and through that trifecta, his HDL is only 31. There are no more second chances for me. My father has said for the last few years that success in life - through marriage, job, education, etc. - is pointless if you are not around to celebrate it. And for the first time I am hearing those words and understanding them. May Allah SWT give me the taufiq (ability) to take care of myself.

#2: It was the first time I've thought about moving back to India for good:
It would be amusing to many and downright shocking for some in the U.S. if my friends heard I was planning on moving back to India for good. But, within just a few days of being back in Chennai (Madras), the notion to move back seriously started to percolate down from the deepest depths of my brain. I was speaking Tamil with ease and I didn't feel like a foreigner, as much as I did a Madrasi who was on extended leave abroad. There was a renewed confidence there, a swagger, about being Indian and enjoying a lifestyle that was hitherto inaccessible for most. Just today, Prime Minister Manmohan Singh gave a speech asking Non-Resident Indians (NRIs) to return.

When I was younger, I used to mock how "American" Indians wanted to become when I saw something of American popular culture transplanted - sometimes poorly - to India [pizza is a good example]. A couple of weeks ago, when I first landed, I made some comment or the other to my sister about how amusing it was to see a Levi's store or something, and she gave me a cold stare and said, "God, you're acting so freakin' American." It kind of hit me then that I was indeed "acting American." What right did I have to presume that I was part of a culture that owned a copyright on material goods? Did not people the world over have the right to enjoy themselves and reap the rewards of their hard work?

#3: It was the first time my family talked about marriage ... a lot.

This was also an interesting - and sometimes infuriating - trip because I got asked a number of times by a number of people why I wasn't married or interested in getting married. Of course, I want to get married. But, most of my family still does not know that I am Muslim - something I would ideally like to change, but that my parents explicitly do not want to change. The end result of all this subterfuge is that I had to constantly say that I wasn't ready (even though I am), I didn't have enough income (even though I do) and I wasn't sure about my long-terms plans (even though I am, at least as much as a Muslim can plan; Allah SWT is the best of planners).

However, I did make a vow before I left for India that I wouldn't lie about my faith and I fulfilled that vow as much as I could. I even told my mother and sister when they picked me up from the airport that I wasn't going to lie about being Muslim and I didn't. If someone had asked me what my faith was, I would have told them. As it turned out, I only ended up telling one person - one of my mom's cousins who is really open minded. She didn't judge me at all and was very supportive. I do know that the more I talk about going back to India and the more I make plans to do so, the more I have to be mentally prepared to tell my extended family about my faith and why I want to marry someone who supports Islam (insha'Allah).

Saturday, December 19, 2009

BLOG HIATUS

Asalaam Alaikum. I am currently in India and will be here till January 7th insha'Allah. I will resume my posts after January 8th. May Allah (SWT) accept all of your good deeds; forgive all of your bad deeds; fill your lives with baraka (abundance); and keep you on the siratal mustaqeem (straight path).