Guest Post #3

Hello people, today I have a very interesting article for you! One of my friends’ friend let me post up a post that she wrote for VerbalMuslim. She has about 6 articles written! Cool huh. Ok, so please read it ‘TILL THE END. Comments would be nice!

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In the name of God, the most Gracious, the most Compassionate
Before I start, I just want to say that reading the Quran with translation is one of the best things that has happened to me. All of us are proficient at reading the Arabic Quran, but not many of us take the time out to read the translation. I think it is so crucial for each and everyone of us to read the Quran with translation. On that note, let’s move on to my brief analysis of chapter 4, verse 34, Al-Nisa as stated below.

“Men are the maintainers of women because of that with which Allah has made some of them to excel the others and because of what they spend out of their property; the good women are therefore obedient, guarding the unseen as Allah has guarded; and (as to) those on whose part then if they obey you, do not seek a way against them; surely Allah is High, Great.” –Al-Nisa Verse 34

In this argument, the determinant point is the meaning of the verse 34. Why is this verse so controversial? It is an issue of debate because it goes against the ethics of the modern western society and the notion of human rights. Beating is considered a violent crime and violence is condemned in all religions. Islam is a religion of peace so then why is beating your spouse (under extreme circumstances) permissible? My initial reaction after reading the translation of the verse was, “what? Beat them? How can (Allah) who loves you seventy times more than your own mother sanction such a law?” Upon further scrutiny of the verse, I realized I didn’t comprehend the nature of the verse. What does it really mean? To understand this verse, I had to analyze the following line:

“Men are the maintainers of women because Allah has made them to excel the others and because they spend out their property, the good women are therefore obedient.”

Let’s dissect this line by first identifying gender roles and various characteristics that apply to both men and women. Men are naturally strong individuals; they have the ability to generalize and conceptualize abstract ideas. Men, generally, perform better at perceptual ability tasks as compared to women. Women, on the other hand, are fragile, emotional and delicate by nature. Therefore, it is safe to say that Allah has given men authority over women because of the qualities they possess. These traits allow them to serve as guardians and protectors of their women. Now, this does not mean a woman cannot do what she wants. This is a huge misconception that westerners have of Muslim women. Yes, a man looks after his wife in all her affairs but this does not mean that the woman loses her identity nor has identity of her own. She has freewill to do whatever it is that she wants to do as long as it is lawful. She can take part in any profession; keeping in mind her lawful duties towards her husband and children.

But if a woman is disobedient, how do you treat her?
“You fear recalcitrance, admonish them, and leave them alone in the sleeping-places, and beat them;”

Let’s analyze the Arabic word for beating. The word ḍribūhunna” comes from the root word “daraba”, which means to hit, to strike, to set up, and to condemn. It also many times means to separate, to hide and to conceal. As many of you know that one Arabic word can have multiple meanings. The word “daraba” alone has over thirty different meanings, but in the Quran it is used at ten different places with ten different meanings. From this, one can see that each person that’s reading this verse reads according to his or her own understanding of the word. When I read the verse over with a better understanding of the word “daraba”, to me it meant that if a woman is rebellious and disobedient, she is (first) warned, (second) left alone, (third) separated from her husband (divorced, possibly).

Almost all the translations I came across had the word “beating.” Even with the word beating there, does it give a husband the authority to beat his wife viciously if she doesn’t listen to him? No. if one carefully examines Prophet Muhammad’s (pbuh) life and his conduct towards his wives, one will not find any Hadith that talks about the Prophet (pbuh) hitting any of his wives. Prophet (pbuh) said: “Woman is but a doll; he who takes it should not destroy it.” The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) used to wonder aloud: “How can you embrace the woman with a hand you had hit her with?” This goes to show that hitting your wife is not at all encouraged in Islam.

Many people will still come forward and say, “But it’s still there, the word beating is in the Quran” my line of defense is “well so is stoning women in the bible. Why does the bible say ‘…the tokens of virginity be not found for the damsel: Then they shall bring out the damsel to the door of her father’s house, and the men of her city shall stone her with stones that she die.’- Deuteronomy 22:13-21. So if your wife is not found a virgin on the wedding night, she has to be stoned to death. So, before anyone jumps to say that Islam allows the beating of women, please explain to me the idea of stoning women in the bible.

In the end, I want to close off by saying that if certain individuals misuse this verse to misrepresent the religion, then it is the individual’s fault, not the religion’s. Islam is a beautiful religion and it does not de-humanize women in any way.  I am a Muslim woman and I have freewill. I have freedom and I walk shoulder to shoulder with men, proudly.

Allah knows best!
-  Sana Khawar

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I loved reading her post…it clears so many things. I think everyone should use the capability to think and research on any topic before making a judgement. Thanks for reading!

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My first OOTD

Ok, so I have always been following a variety of blogs that range from topics/themes of poetry, food, art, design, clothes, home stuff, religion, humor, etc. And I always wanted to do an OOTD…yea I didn’t know what that stood for in my early internet years either. Its ‘Outfit Of The Day’. I follow a few youtubers who have a separate channel for this kind of stuff. I don’t follow these types of channels, because watching people talk about what they wear is boring. No offense if you do that…You are cooler then them cause you are here. Yay You! Anyway, I rather read most things that can be written, read, and seen easily instead of watching it…maybe its a time issues thats why. Ok, so lets get into this.

My Outfit of the day; this is what I wore today to class:

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OMG, this took forever to post. There you have it. I wear practically the same set/style of clothes everyday. Oh, yea don’t expect anymore of these. I pretty much dress like a bum everyday…and my clothing style is ultra casual [I can sleep in them, move around, and basically there is no effort needed]. So if you see someone in New York, dressed in the above outfit, its probably me…or not LOL. You can go ahead and embarrass yourself by asking if that person is ‘Eva626′, anyway. Good luck with that.

I have class tomorrow and so many unfinished assignments. This was such a waste of time.

Lessons from the Hood.

I have lived in various environments while growing up. It was scary at times, but then it was also always interesting. Kind of like episodes from a superhero animated series. Exiting huh? There are so many things I learned, experienced, and became aware  of, because of the places I grew up in. I moved a few times within NY. It wasnt a problem for me at the time because I wasn’t am not much of a people person, so I didn’t mind going to new schools in the middle of the year. Many of the people kinda liked me, which was strange, because I didn’t like most of them. There were ups and downs during this time, but everything ended up fine. Thank you, GOD.

List of lessons you learn if you are me and have lived in the ‘hood’ [Hood:  ghetto neighborhood]:

-People like others who are not like them: Diversity…maybe. The community was a mixed race for the most part. Mostly blacks, Hispanics, Latinos, Whites and us [the brown family].

-People don’t like others who are not like them: Read above

- You learn about your defensive side: Of course I used to bully my siblings when we were younger [the offensive]. Once my brother went out to get the laundry and some other kids from the hood, wanted trouble. As soon as I saw this from the window, I ran out to help them [defending].

The food is good anywhere. The Keema (ground chicken with spices and what-not)  I made while my parents were away.

The food is good anywhere. The Keema (ground chicken with spices and what-not) I made while my parents were away.

- Don’t let your baby brother play with strangers: Our baby bro who was four at the time, was usually out playing with our classmates after school [he was cooler than us lol]. But then that had to stop cause he started cursing…eh and we knew where that came from.

- Don’t trust people: This was strange since most people learn from their mistakes from the past, but we obviously didn’t. We got robbed. This was our fourth time or so. They even stole my game-boy advance, Panasonic home phone, along with jewelry, money, and basically everything you need to survive in the hood.

- Don’t walk home alone by yourself: I used to walk home from school everyday and witnessed plenty. One incident that took toll too many times near the local grocery store, was that a car used to stop and exchange something for a packet of ‘white stuff’ and ride off. I had no clue was that was about until I saw a Bollywood movie that showed something of the same thing…[mind blown].

-Fireflies: We lived right across the elementary school and it had a bunch of bushes in the front, so there were so many bugs and stuff there. Then close to sunset, we used to go out and catch the fireflies with our puny hands. This was the best.

Ah, the good old days…<3

Hate/Love relationship

I am not talking about a person, just to make this clear. This is the story of the Hate-Love relationship involving me and my memories. I don’t know about most of you, but I have a unique type of past…well maybe your’s is more interesting lol…but mine is…mine. You probably noticed the ‘poll’ on the side of this blog, titled “Favorite topic to daydream about?’ [its been there since the beginning of this blog]. Well…I day dream about few of those options, but I mostly reminisce about the moments of my past. Obviously, I try to avoid thinking about the bad things, and more the good. But then there is this gray-ish area that I have to un-wantingly, place some memories into…the category is not of bad memories and not of good ones.

Hopefully, I have not lost you on what I am talking about [yet]. Its that area where you feel good thinking about those moments…but you really shouldn’t be thinking about them. I guess its because they are useless…I mean, its probably a start for something or something thats left incomplete, or something that hasn’t got a meaning. Almost like a mistake. Those mistakes that even if you wish they hadn’t happened…you still think about them. You smile first, then you frown and hate yourself for having let that happen. You probably think I am a psychopath about now…but I don’t want to talk clearly. I guess, its because I am embarrassed. Still. If you have experienced something like this, you know what I am talking about it. If you haven’t then, you think I am a weirdo and I’m not making sense. lol.

Spring break 2013...You will be missed...I always accept breaks/weekends/ vacation/days off with love. Only.

Spring break 2013, You will be missed. I always accept breaks/weekends/ vacation/days-off with love. Only.

I love the memories I have and am so thankful for them…I also love the fact that I can almost chose which to remember and which to forget… Its just those memories that are in the unknown category that I want to forget but at the same time I have too-much-of-a-good-feeling to not think about. If you have a feeling of what I am saying right now…congratulations, you win nothing LOL. Just don’t clearly state it in the comments, because I don’t want to talk about it. See…my Hate/Love relationship with my memories…its a lovely annoying fault I have. I want it to go away, but I still want it to stay. Its like those journal entries I described in my previous post. The ones that are again, incomplete. Maybe that this is another reason I gave up writing in an acutal book…also because I have entered a zone where I’m trying to feel younger and not-old, with an internet blog and what not [LOL yea right. Fail attempt, I know.]

Omg I don’t know what I am saying anymore. ok. Goodbye.

Dear Blogiary,

I used to keep a journal/diary [what ever you want to call it]. This was very insufficient. Back then I was a kid…unlike the kids these days who have a device connecting to the internet every second of their existence, I did not. I was a ‘normal’ kid compared to these technology dependent brats you see these days. I mean, get up off your behind; get your face out of the phone/computer/laptop/video-games and help out with chores, nubs. Anyway…back when I was a kid, I had a book to write in about my daily activities and oh-so-boring-routine. Well, I didn’t write everyday, just sometimes, when I had nothing else to do. I wrote about the new things that happened to me, the moments when I didn’t feel so good, the happy times, the boring times, etc…they were always in chronological order from the beginning of the day to the end.

I couldn't find a relevant food picture for this post...so eat this. That's one of my brothers, from approximately a century ago.

I couldn’t find a relevant food picture for this post…so eat this. That’s one of my brothers, from approximately a century ago.

Then I also had these entries that were some what incomplete. It was as if I wrote something secret in them, and if another person were to read it, they’d know I was hiding what had happened…so I would be the only one who knew the details. As I read these types of entries, I did know what had happened. I read the entries often…then one day I ripped them up and threw them in the trash. I felt like I was keeping a bunch of notes that where made of lost hope. Once I threw those out…I started to blog more frequently. This made me happy. I guess its because I like when you guys read my posts…I like to share my thoughts with people. I think the book version was too private for me. I mean I wouldn’t mind letting people read my entries, but when I offer people to read them, they’d get all bug-eyed and act as if they are ‘invading’ my ‘privacy’, which I was letting them read. Seems kind of shady LOL.

The whole idea of a diary/journal seems like the secrecy that you aren’t meant to share or shouldn’t share with people…its ludicrous, cause’ then people like me become the weird ones who want others to read my writing. Insane, right? One thing is for sure…I am so thankful for time, to have introduced blogging to me. Otherwise, I’d still be that loser poking my diary into people’s faces…begging them to read it. [I exaggerate]

So, thank you.

I am…

So, today I feel like writing about my day. It was fine. LOL. Moving on… I had class today and the second half of class, two of my classmates had to do their oral presentations. Mine is in the middle of April…blah. Anyway, during their presentation I started to doodle, just so I don’t doze off [read: "How to stay awake during class"]. I noticed that my drawings are mesmerizing. This got me thinking; I am probably not so “Talentless” after all. I mean there are so many things, I think, I am good at, or at least feel I have the confidence to be good at…if that makes any sense. Because, I am Batman [I want a Bruce Wayne or want to be a Bruce Wayne]. I felt like saying that, since he is good at mostly everything…I don’t know why. Anyway, here’s a list!

What makes me similar to Bruce Wayne, the “best-fictional-character”:

I do have a few enemies..actually I don't think I do.

I have a few enemies..actually I don’t think I do.

-I am a blogger, anonymous for the most part, like Batman.

-I like to help people…even though I don’t help most of the time LOL…meaning I want to help people, like Bruce Wayne.

-The looks…lets not get into this. [Lower your gaze people; lol joking, I don't know about my looks actually].

-The butler…I need an Alfred. For real.

-I don’t got the money, technology, or much of the brains that he has…but everyone can dream. One day!

Eh…seems like I am not really like Mr.Wayne after all. Whatevs. Btw, who watches “Young Justice”?

This post was such a FAIL.

Movie reviews, of good movies that didn’t make sense.

Here are a list of the movies and explanation to why they were good to watch, but not to think about. Its ultimately because they don’t really make sense and do not require intellectual thinking…unless you are so confused why people would make such a movie, because thats how much the plot doesn’t make sense enough to be a movie. The answer is: money or entertainment, I guess [idk]. So…now I have made it clear the answer to the only ponderation you can have. You’re welcome. Feel free to watch these sense less films.

-Inkaar: This is a Bollywood movie. The title literally means “Deny”. The only reason I watched this movie was because of, yes, the actors. [Face palm...the appropriate act of motion at the moment]. The leading characters, I forget their film names, are good actors in my opinion. Thats why I watched it. But, the story was stupid to be honest. *Spoiler*: I mean, what, why, how, just because you both where confused if you were in “love” or was it misunderstanding? And you still harass/claim a case on one another out of frustration…omg shut up, Eva. ok, I am done. Urg. Dumb story, great acting.

- Jab Tak Hai Jaan: Again, a Bollywood movie. The title means “Till I have life” ? LOOOL. I don’t know if thats right or not. Anyway, I watched this movie because of, yes, Shahrukh Khan. As much as I dislike Katrina Kaif, SRK’s presence always undermines who ever else is in the movie. This film was dumb, but not as predictable as the one mentioned above. It wasn’t predictable in that *Spoiler* no one would expect someone to be as dumb as Katrina Kaif’s character. Even I couldn’t get over the fact that she spent decade(s) holding on to a “promise”-slash-trade off. And how in the world was a twenty something year old, girl allowed to stay with the bomb squad by herself. She somehow develops a one sided love story and wished she was a generation older towards the end, when Kaif, out of no where comes to her senses. WHAT!?. Urg. Dumb story, great acting SRK.

Desi problems.

Desi problems.

-Don 2: Another Bollywood movie with SRK as the leading role. The main reason I watched this is because SRK was in it and even though I hate Prianka Chopra aka Piggy chops…SRK was in it. Also, I saw Don 1, which was pretty good, story and all. Don 2 had good acting, in that everything they said in english was HILARIOUS! I mean, *SPOILER* how can you not laugh when you hear the desi accent of “Vat do U Vant!?” over and over. Also, you can’t not watch it multiple times after hearing the oh-so-confused-old-cop-man answering the phone and saying “DON?..*turns to his force*, Its DON!” LOOOL. Oh, you cant forget the part where SRK takes off the mask-of-another-actor’s-face and smiles with his hair all messed up. It was more comedy than suspense/action; I loved the fact that they didn’t bother to fix his hair or make the scene over again. Watch the movie and then re-read this paragraph and you won’t think I am a nut case. Oh man…I am definitely watching this movie again for Summer 2013. The plot was not good because they just took parts of all different movies from Hollywood, Bollywood, Lollywood [LOLlywood haha] and mushed it in one. All in all, dumb story, ultra funny movie.
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Yea, I am done. I would include some Hollywood movies, but for Hollywood movies, I either like them or hate them. They are either dumb with poor acting, or good with good acting [the ones I've seen at least]. Bollywood movies are more thinking because they are that ridiculous sometimes, in terms of story. I don’t watch Bollywood movies that have bad acting [I know, who cares]. But, Hollywood movies are sometimes not watchable as Bollywood. This debate can go on forever…so, YAY for superhero series! The latest Young Justice episode was worth it !