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How could God exist and let such terrible things happen?

“Worship none other than God, for I fear for you the punishment of a momentous day.” – Quran 46:21

I wonder how people can deny the existence of God when there is less evidence to prove that, than the latter.

The physical absence of something does not mean it does not exist. The most meaningful themes in our lives are not physical- in fact- they are the most physically absent. Such as love and happiness and joy and growth. Their physical absence doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

Furthermore, it irks me when people claim that “how could a god exist and let such terrible things happen on this earth?”

Which I understand where that argument stems from. There is a lot of pain and suffering on this earth, and there are a lot of unfair things. There are plenty of really messed up twisted unfair things that make you want to scream yourself to death, because it’s just not fair and it’s infuriating that you can’t do anything to change it. I get that, I really do. But at the same time, I don’t think it’s a logical argument to then believe that:

1. God doesn’t exist because terrible things on earth are happening

2. Terrible things continue to happen on earth even though “God” doesn’t exist

If God is out of the picture, and terrible things are still happening— who is to blame then? Who is making these problems? God doesn’t exist. You can’t put the blame on God. You don’t believe he exists. So why are there still problems?

Could it be that maybe there is enough abundance of food and goods for everyone- but that maybe people aren’t distributing it right because of our greed? Could it be that the bloodshed and genocides are fueled and caused and fought by people. Who created the concept of money? Wasn’t it people- who worships money? Isn’t it people? Who kills and steals and lies and belittles and humiliates for money? Isn’t people? People like you and me?

What about hurricanes, natural disasters? As if we don’t have the knowledge and the tools to know what’s coming at us and why. Look at the way we’re dealing with things like global warming. Have you seen those pictures of animals whose throats are wrapped with plastic bags and plastic bottle holders? Who made these? And who ignorantly tossed them into the sea to cause this? Wasn’t it humans? People like you and me. Who do certain behaviors without giving them another thought, without thinking what consequence our actions inch us towards on a personal and global level? Isn’t it people like you and me. Tell me. Am I wrong? Is it something else? Is the world just wrong because this “creator being” designed it to be painful and wrong and messed up? Do you not have a choice? Do you not have power over your actions? Or do you want to blame everyone but yourself?

And let’s go back to that. Let’s go back to the blaming part.

So you’re telling me, you don’t believe that God exists- but you’re going to go ahead and blame everything wrong in the world on God anyway. That’s like blaming your problems on an imaginary friend who you don’t even think exists. How in the world does that even make any logical sense.

You don’t want to believe in God, fine. That’s your call.

But please support it with a better argument than blame.

  • Authors note: This is my personal opinion. Please don’t go off assuming all sorts of things from this one post. I’m simply stating my problem with the logic of this one argument. I don’t believe that blame is a legitimate claim for the disbelief in God that some people have. I don’t have any issues or problems with peoples differing opinions and views on the matter. I wrote it simply for the purposes of having a dialogue on the topic, and not to point any fingers, or judge anyone.

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    Intimacy in Movies? Do you watch it or skip?

    Salam!
    This topic has been on my mind lately, since I’ve been obsessed with this show called You on Netflix (which btw I just finished binge watching, thanks a lot self control!)

    The problem is, just like many other adult shows now a days, there are some themes we can’t get away from, and a lot of intimacy on all levels throughout the show.

    So I wonder, what’s okay and what’s not okay when watching these shows from a religious perspective? A purely religious perspective.

    I surely don’t have any answers, and I haven’t done any research on the matter either. But I did want to have a dialogue about it, and just sort of ask and see what your personal opinion is.

    Personally, I don’t feel comfortable with it, like it’s fine if there are a lot of make out/sex scenes, for the most part it won’t stop me from watching a show as long as there’s a captivating plot.

    I do however, generally skip or turn a blind eye to these scenes because on some level I feel like it’s not okay to watch. Which I know some people might find a little extra considering that I’m a grown woman, but it’s the truth, I just don’t feel comfortable with it.

    The first reason being that it’s almost like watching people’s PDA, but like on an extra level. Like it’s TMI most of the time, it’s unrealistic, it’s a show- it’s not even real. And beyond the screen, at the end of the day, it’s just two people in front of the camera on a set, where there is an entire crew crowded around them and focused on them for that moment while they make out or have pretend sex or maybe even real sex. Like that just makes it kind of painful for me to watch to be honest. Knowing that it’s so manufactured and like, awkward.

    And then, the expectations it sets you up for, again, it’s not real. Kisses don’t look like that in real life, the same way relationships don’t work the same way that they do on screen than they do offscreen. Not just the actors relationships, I’m talking about real life. I don’t want to create false expectations for myself, and I really do believe that the content we feed our mind, makes us, the same way we are what we eat; we are also the content we consume.

    And my final reason, is that I find this whole thing unnatural. If you rewind time back to before Netflix existed and cellphones and video cameras- the only time you would see these extremely dramatized forms of affection in every way on every level, was never. It simply didn’t exist.

    If you wanted to see people making out, or even kissing, it would generally be on the street, or maybe your parents, or friends or some or other form of that. You did not have access to a zoomed in, nicely formatted display of the experience. There were no front seats to watch this stuff from, you couldn’t replay and gape at what’s going on like you can at your phone or laptop screen. It was like, either you’re experiencing it, or you don’t really get to see it in that much detail. How many of you stop to stare with full intensity at people who are making out?

    And then the sex scenes? You would really have to go out of your way to see people doing it before all this digital stuff came to be. I mean, can you imagine just sitting there staring with full intensity in someones room? Like why. For the purposes of watching my shows, all I need to know is that something happened between the characters, I don’t need that much detail. I really don’t.

    I understand that maybe a group of younger teenagers who are curious, might be interested in seeing every detail of any and all intimate scenes in a movie or show. But to me, it gets to a point where- there’s no point in watching these scenes in every other show I come across. If I know what’s going down, I really don’t need to explicitly see every detail. Or at least, that’s how I feel about it and that’s my personal take on this.

    What do you personally think?

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    Your Cultural Practices aren’t Islam

    Somewhere in my spiritual journey a few years ago, I began questioning so many of the things I, and the other muslims around me did. Mistreatment of gays/lesbians, calling certain races superior or inferior to others, not mixing with people of different muslim sects, etc.

    Why, I wondered, did we do all this? Especially when in certain cases, I knew that what was happening wasn’t right at all. To do something that is inherently wrong because my religion “commanded me” to felt confusing, and it tugged and pulled on my conscience  as I tried to reconcile with this idea. 

    How could I lockdown at and mistreat the gay boy in my class who’s so understanding and accepting of me, why do some of my muslims friends say that I’m not supposed to talk with non-muslims, do the girls in my class really need to be lashed several times because of what they did over this weekend? 

    How could Allah (swt) want me to do something so inherently wrong in so many of these cases? I mean really, not to talk to non-muslims in a place that is 99% non muslim? Why would such a thing be not permissible??

    And I guess as my mind raced with questions, I began to research more into the religion I was born to, but never truly met or got to know on a personal level. The deeper I dove, the more I realized something my naive self hadn’t seen before; many muslims aren’t actually muslim. The things they told me about Islam weren’t actually muslim things. My religion didn’t require me to do as other muslims did; it required me to read, to know, to think on my own, with the help of others, what the right thing to do is. 

    The fusion of culture and tradition with Islam makes it so hard to discern between the two, yet once I finally realized this, once I was finally able to remove the fog of culture and tradition blurring the view, it not only gave me much more peace with my religion, but it also formed a new appreciation for it that hadn’t been there before. 

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    How I started Praying Everyday.

     

    بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

    How I started Praying Everyday and how you can too.

    I’m putting this story out there knowing fully well what people’s opinions are like when their identity is concealed and their judgements are wild and free. I’m not going to sit here and pretend a mean comment isn’t going to hurt my feelings, or that they’re all hypocrites, because neither is true. But what I do know to be true, and what I’m more concerned with- is that one person who will connect with this story and change because of it- even if just a little.

    It all started on some random afternoon in January of 2009, I’m not exactly sure what I’d done differently on that day, but what I do remember is that I was 14. I’d known how to pray since I was five, possibly six, but I never learned how to maintain it on a daily basis, and here I was at 14, fully able to pray but not doing so.

    In fact, I clearly remember that at some point when I was nine, I used to always be the first one to pray and did so for a while until one day, out of the blue, my mom went on vacation and somehow that translated into my nine year old brain as “no need to pray anymore” and since then it’s been an on and off thing. Most days, it would go down like this;

    My sister and I doing something together in the basement.

    Parent from the upper floor yells: “Have you guys prayed yet??”

    In which we would have only the two following options:

    A) pretend like we didn’t hear and stay silent 

    B) the sibling that did pray, would reply saying “yes” and we’d get on with life- until we’re caught for it later

    And when we were caught, we’d be told to go pray and we’d go pray, getting up sluggishly, lazily, complaining as if our parents were telling us to do a most horrid thing imaginable to a child.

    As children, we knew that prayer-salat- was right, and good and we should do it. Yet, for some reason, my attempts at doing it daily never held up. I would stick with it for a week or two, and then there would be slip ups, and sometimes the slip ups would last for days, maybe even a week.

    For some reason, I couldn’t take my prayers seriously. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. That was always my excuse, and somewhere in my mind I’d buried the fact that I should be praying regularly by now at age 14 and that tomorrow was actually yesterday for me and that there is no time, was no time left to leave anything for tomorrow.

    And yet, there was still this sluggishness, the 100 pound boulder that would seem to sit ontop of me whenever I remember that it was time to pray, and on that afternoon in January, my sister and I started a seemingly innocent chat about how we should commit more to our prayers, and then somehow that turned into a battle between the two of us and who would be able to do it longer.

    In that moment, against the snow-glow against our window, we sketched boxes on a blank sheet of paper; the lines were crooked and uneven and we only made enough for a couple of weeks. We didn’t even think to think that we could pray daily for longer than a couple of weeks.

    It was supposed to be a finite- a limited– number of days that we would keep our commitment to this strange-daily-praying-thing. We didn’t even have that intention or thought- it was too ambitious of a goal for us to even consider. Praying every day? How preposterous! 21 days is more than enough!

    So 21 boxes we made.

    And that’s how it started- somehow between that first day of crossing off the first box I haven’t stopped crossing off boxes.

    By the time my sister and I had reached the end of the uneven chart we’d made at the end of that January, we realized that this “praying thing wasn’t so hard” after all. It suddenly wove itself into our daily lives and it became something that we just did, regardless of what went on in our lives. It became effortless and there were no boulders sitting atop my shoulders. Obviously I still get lazy about praying sometimes, but it’s a different kind of laziness. It used to be I was too lazy to pray, now it’s more like I’m too lazy to pray now, but I know with a deep conviction that I won’t be going to bed until I do.

    And that’s how it happened. It started with crossing a box each day. It was unintentional. It was part conversation, part argument, and part bet with my eleven year old sister.

    That’s how I pray everyday. I just do.

    I don’t think about tomorrow. I don’t think about yesterday. I just think there is a prayer that I need to do today, when can I fit it in, and then I just do. It takes a couple of minutes and when I’m done I have lost so much. I lose so much of my self-centeredness, I lose my ego, my selfishness, my greed, my jealousy. I lose all the junk in my head. I feel like I’ve just taken a shower. And if that’s not what you’re getting from salah then that’s even more reason to keep going at it, even when you feel like nothing is happening.

    There’s a great quote by Zig Ziglar as to why that is;

    “People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing- that’s why we recommend it daily.”

    And that goes for spirituality too. Now that I’ve rambled enough, I want to give you this free 30 Day Prayer Challenge!

    It’s a pdf to keep track of your prayers. Stick it in your planner, in your binder, put it on your fridge, on your desk, on your wall, under your pillow- I really don’t care. Just have some way to get started and hold yourself accountable for your prayers. Salat is a great way to feel centered and content with life, and coming from a female I will tell you this-

    When I get my period and I don’t have to pray, as relieved as I am that I don’t have to stop wherever I am and pray, after two, three days I feel… mucky. I don’t even know how to describe it…restless? I think restless is a better word. I just feel like I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t feel centered. I don’t even know how to describe the feeling, but that’s my experience with prayer. That’s my story and all that I can share. I hope this benefited you. I hope this helped shed some new light for you.

    ~Have a great rest of your day guys, and happy anniversary to MuslimGurl, I think it’s either my second or third year of blogging now. It’s kind of sad that I don’t know xD

    Also, just so you all know- the prayer pdf costs $1.29 on my Etsy store, so take advantage of it being free on here and if you have a cousin or friend who’s going to buy it don’t tell them it’s free on here and just shhhh- just kidding. Feel free to share, and I’d love to hear your stories about how you began to pray/ where you’re at in your prayer journey at this moment.

    Salams,

    ~MuslimGurl

     

     

     

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    CAN MUSLIMS RAP? MONA HAYDAR CONTROVERSY

    The fact that this is even considered news is crazy, but the reality is, I didn’t know how to feel about it when I saw it either. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then boy are you missing out!

    A Syrian immigrant from Detroit posted a music video in her hijab and the world went crazy about it.

    When I first came across this video, I didn’t know how to feel about it. It was a mixture of   it’s great that there are some hijabis breaking stereotypes, but also, the message sounded a bit too extreme in my opinion. It sounded a little like a man-hating chant to be honest, but the beat was pretty sick, and those dance moves were pretty cool too. The pregnancy part kind of weirded me out a little, actually a lot, but music videos are always a sight.

    Despite that, I still enjoyed the song, and it was whatever- but apparently nothing is whatever when a muslim does it now a days.

    The reaction in the comments section was like a battlefield- as per usual. Another digital crusade- you had muslim haters there, the haram police, people who were confused and people who were just straight up trash talking her for no reason and calling her out on being such a sinner.

    I was genuinely scared for the hate and backlash this girl was getting, and I legit thought she would probably get overwhelmed and just stop. Then today, she posted this on her channel:

     

    The real question on my mind is; would this have been as controversial if she wasn’t wearing a hijab? Imagine if she’d posted these videos with her hair done and dressed scantily with an “Allah (swt)” tattoo on her shoulder, would it have been just as controversial then?

    Most likely not. Muslims judge muslim women without hijabs in a more lenient manner. She would have been labeled as a “bad muslim” and her video would’ve just become one of the many music videos on youtube today. I think the real reason Mona Haydar’s music videos became controversial is the fact that she is dressed like most modest orthodox muslims now a days, and the message she’s trying to send isn’t that “she’s going to do what she wants and not care about anything” the message she’s trying to send is that ” I’m doing whatever I want without trespassing the boundaries of Allah so none of you can say anything to me” in other words, she’s trying to say that I make music, I wear a hijab, I’m an exemplary muslim, and this is allowed by my religion and you have to accept it at a time when in some muslim cultures, hearing a woman’s voice alone is considered haram. At a time when even a woman showing her face, her identity, is seen as haram and twisted into the religion by the same sheikh’s who are sending Mona DM’s on her Insta.

    It sounds like a joke, it should be a joke, but is unfortunately, a reality in many muslim communities today.

    To conclude this opinionated rant:

    The only real problem I have with Mona Haydar’s second song, is that I wouldn’t feel comfortable having it blare out of my car whilst driving because I know that others will only hear the “he’s a dog, he’s a dog”  which is kind of offensive. And I know that artistically speaking, the video was talking about rapists and sexual offenders and such, but at the same time it still sounds somewhat vulgar to me for some reason.

    And while I totally dig the beat and the fact that Mona Haydar is still going at it strong, I can’t say that I will be rapping with my hijab anytime soon, but I’m definitely glad some other hijabi is doing it out there so that I don’t get as much heat if I ever wanted to do it.

    Bottom line, whether you hate or love Mona Haydar- the girl is creating culture and a reality of culture is that the more you see something, the more it becomes normal- the more it becomes culture. And for western muslims, we have no culture, and we need more things like this, instead of forcing muslim artists able to only convey their art Hollywood style, we should let them express themselves the way they want without de-islamifying them for it. We can’t have a strong community without a solid culture to bond us, and that’s what artists like Mona Haydar do.

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    Also, your girl Dina Tokio seems to approve! I find it really cool when I see muslims supporting other muslims like this.


    Quick Bio of Mona Haydar: Mona Haydar is a poet, activist practitioner of Permaculture, meditator, composting devotee, mountain girl, solar power lover and a tireless God-enthusiast. She practices a life of sacred activism, poetry, contemplation and advocacy for living gently upon the Earth. She teaches classes and retreats on mindfulness and Islamic spirituality, leads workshops on creative writing and performs her poetry. Her words have found homes in the hearts of seekers, wanderers, poets, artists, lovers and stewards of the Earth. She grew up in Flint, Michigan, graduated from the University of Michigan and has since lived in Damascus where she studied Arabic and Islamic spirituality then went on to live in the mountains of Northern New Mexico at Lama Foundation and in the Redwood forest of Northern California with her husband and son. Mona and her husband, Sebastian set up a stand in Cambridge, Massachusetts with signs that read ‘Talk to a Muslim’ ‘free coffee and donuts’ ‘free conversation’ and ‘Ask a Muslim’ encouraging open and loving dialogue which garnered the attention of NPR, Al Jazeera, The Boston Globe among other media outlets. Currently she is working on her second collection of poems and her first work of nonfiction on Islamic Spirituality through the lens of other spiritual traditions. She is working towards her Masters in Divinity. Mona helps to grow a more universal love with her activism, writing, performing and teaching. http://www.monahaydar.com. More about Mona.

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    The Other Side of the Sky.

    This book is like a slap to the face. It will make all your problems shrink into a petty existence, it will also make you extremely angry, at the world and how it works sometimes, and at all the broken parts of it where unfortunately, people like Farah live. 
    It’ll be the wake up call that you need, telling you to shut up and then making you feel plain silly for worrying about all the “problems” in your life. Those petty, petty things that you call problems. Wait until you hear this girl’s story, then we’ll see if you really have any so-called problems.

    The title of the book that I’m going to continue raving about unil the end of this blogpost is called “The Other Side of the Sky” by Farah Ahmedi. It’s a true story, down to every detail. 


    I want everyone to read this book ( I already made my sister read it xD), and therefore will not spoil anything, but I will give a quick summary about what the book is about.

    Basically, Farah is born in Afghanistan and when she turns seven, something horrible happens to her from which a dozen horrible, or rather disturbingly horrific things follow shortly right after. I don’t want to give too much away, but as someone who immigrated to Germany and then to the United States, I can relate to many parts of her story. From the cultural misunderstandings to the cultural veils that begin to seperate us from our families as immigrants, to the big universe out there of messy politics and all the ways it affects us beyond our control. This story will have you crying for sure, if not in the first half of the book, then definitely the second half.

    This book will also make you angry, very angry. Sure, Farah’s world is filled with fairy godmothers and angels, but it feels like she’s constantly in the midst of things that are just so unfair, and it makes you rage at the way her world wraps around her; with too much force and no choices. And I think more importantly than that, it makes you wonder how one or two evil people can cause so much chaos in the world and destroy the lives of those around them, whether a couple or thousands of miles away. The worst part is, that Farah’s world is the very one and the same as ours, with the monsters that haunt her a very much real threat to this day. 

    If you’ve read this book I’d love to hear your thoughts about it, or if you happen to know anything else about the author since she’s virtually nonexistent on the internet it seems, then I’d love to hear that too!

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