Muslim sister love.

The ranting set aside: Nothing but love for all those Muslim sisters who hold me and other sisters down with their sisterhood. You know who you are & I love you all.

Because these past few days, I have also experienced MUCH love from many sisters: One dear friend and several acquaintances in the mosque, of all ages. So every time I meet a tiresome faux fundamentalist (which I actually rarely do) I will think of my sisters.

Mensplaining by Muslim men.

It’s that time of the year again: Two complete strangers, Muslim stoorkeepers lectured me about me wearing a pendant with “Allah” on it. One of him told me that a wife who doesn’t accept her husband marrying a second wife, goes to hell. Why, why, why?! Why does a fellow Muslim (!) rebuke me for wearing Allah on my heart (literally!). Why do strange men think they have the right to lecture me, interfere with my lifes choices, are insulted if I don’t agree with them AND think I should defer, because of – what?! Their pretty brown eyes? Get real. (More ranting to follow)

And then today the imam says that “men should talk with wisdom to their wives, because most women are very sensitive”. Yes, he meant well, but the way to hell is paved with good intentions and that statement is just so……..condescending.

Oh, and the best of all: The stoorkeeper telling me and another sister that he “is going to tell us about women”. And even me saying: “So you as a man are going to tell US about women?!” didn’t deterr him. Astaghfirullah.

Why I utterly, utterly detest & reject the term “Moderate Muslim” (Or Islam)

Because it’s apologetic, and implicitly islamophobic. It comes from the idea that there is something inherently wrong with Islam/Muslims, which/who are only redeemable if they are “moderated”. NOT ok.

I am a member of the Ummah of Muhammad, may Gods peace and blessings be upon him, and I’m proud. I don’t have to be “moderated” and neither does my faoth. We are good exactly the way we are, thank you.