Writer’s Block and ISIS

Writer’s Block and ISIS

“We need to write a post about ISIS” “I agree… but what should we write?” “Just something personal, a reflection you have” Two days later, I still have nothing on paper. I stare at my screen. Empty. It’s not that I have nothing to say. In fact, all my thoughts and research on the matter[…]

Internal crISIS

Internal crISIS

Sometimes, I feel like going about my day wearing a shirt that says one of the following phrases: a) I am a Muslim, and I condemn/denounce ISIS and what they stand for. b) This scarf on my head does not and should not link me to ISIS. c) I am a Muslim, and I believe[…]

Love’s Fuel

Love’s Fuel

The darkness tells me: You are a nobody. You’re not a statesman. You’re not a leader. You don’t even have a title. You speak for no one. You are insignificant. Who do you think you are? The light flickers inside. Its flame rises a little higher and responds: I am somebody. I am God’s creation.[…]

Inspiring act of friendship by one of our Readers

Inspiring act of friendship by one of our Readers

Last night, a mutual friend and reader of the Miss Understanding blog texted us the following: “I tried to act by your blog motto today by writing this card for my neighbor and taking her some flowers and home grown goodies. In addition to feeling heavy hearted all day I also felt so blessed for[…]

Friends reach out to each other in times of need

Friends reach out to each other in times of need

Still slumbering and trying to wake up, I unlocked my phone for a quick browse before getting out of bed. Facebook and Twitter seemed to have exploded with pictures of three beautiful young Muslims and headlines reading ‘Shot execution style in their home.’ I was immediately awake. My mind was racing trying to make sense[…]

Don’t just curse the darkness, light a candle

Don’t just curse the darkness, light a candle

Several times a month now, our hearts and minds are bombarded with violence locally and abroad fueled by hate, fear, and an unquenchable thirst for power. It is easy to fall prey to our emotions and let our hurt and anger bubble up until we lash out at each other and other groups. I almost[…]

No one likes others to speak for them

No one likes others to speak for them

“So you’re Christian?” I nodded in agreement. “O, that’s so interesting! I just took a class on Christianity” said the middle-aged Muslim lady, ready to start engaging me in conversation about what she’d learned about my faith. “No way! How cool! Where did you take the class?” “At my mosque… it ended just last week”[…]

It’s a two-way street

It’s a two-way street

Last Wednesday night, Michal invited me and my father to speak to students at a graduate school about the American Muslim identity. I prepared for talking points about the topic and barely used 10% of them. Rather, the students were more interested in my day-to-day—did I experience any backlash from the negative portrayal of Islam by the media?[…]

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