UIC MSA PRESENTS
ALBAYYAN
MARCH 2012 ISSUE 5
Journal Entries -IbnAbuZaid It was my first night here in Makkah. I knew no one, and no one knew me. I was simply a man walking among these Arabian men, in this hot desert heat, minding my own business. I woke up suddenly one morning, however, to an incredibly loud noise, frightening me, making my heart beat faster than the hooves of these Arabian horses when in battle. I wasn't the only one who was disturbed though, for I found a crowd gathering outside. I too joined them, bewildered at this most strange occurrence. There were people preparing their horses, some speaking to their wives, their weapons ready at their sides should some demon be present to claim their soul, or some enemy to claim their land. The men rode off into the unknown, and I watched them leave at a cautious pace. And then, I saw something rather spectacular. A man, his hair flying in the wind, his elegant horse striding like thunder, was approaching us. As he came closer I made out a person of unimaginable beauty, waving his hands calmly, telling the worried Arabs that everything was fine. I was amazed at this! How wonderful that this man had ridden off into the unknown before any other man summoned the courage, and now he comes blazing back telling us not to worry, that he'd checked everything out. Remarkably, I had also heard in passing that the horse he was riding was known as one of the slowest before this man had chosen it as his steed; it is now considered one of the fastest. Most peculiar this man is. I must know this man. I asked around about him the next day at the bazaar, for I grew drunk over this man's nature. They told me that there was always a smile on his face; that he was soft-natured; never spoke in a harsh tone, even while disciplining; never screamed; he was not one to seek another man's faults; he kept himself far from argumentation, pride, and futile talk; that when he spoke, people listened attentively, with their heads bowed down, completely still, as if a bird were sitting on their heads. They told me that he was patient, even in the harshest of times, and during moments when a normal man's temper would ooze out of him. Truly, I thought, he was an angel living among these people, but he wasn't, for they told me that he was never aloof, never away in mind or heart when sitting in a gathering. They told me that he would laugh when others laughed and that he would express surprise when others expressed it. He was beyond generous too, they told me, and he would never say “no” to a person, for if he had something the other asked for on his noble person, he would give it immediately. I had heard enough about him, and my heart begged my body to tread the harsh desert streets in search of the man. I soon found him, but before I could greet him, another man, disheveled in appearance, started speaking to him. The noble man shook the unkempt man's hand, a smile caressing his face, so brilliant that even the moon could not compare to it. They spoke, and the great man did not leave the other's hand until I saw him leave it first, and the noble man did not speak when the messy man spoke, and the noble man did not look away from the other until the other did so first. I was appalled by this sense of humility I had never witnessed before in my life! I could not speak to him after, for he had left in a hurry to the sound of a black man's voice (I would find out later that this black man was named Bilal, and that he was especially loved by the noble man I speak of so lovingly). I observed, secretly, the great man, bowing, prostrating, worshiping. It was a nice pattern of movements, an active definition of prayer I had seen for the first time ever: standing, then bowing, standing again, prostration, and then once again standing, arms folded, in pure concentration; he was indeed in a world of his own. I sat there observing when an innocent and beautiful child jumped on the noble man's back as he was prostrating. Surely, a mere child has no worth when one is in devotion in the kingdom of God? But I saw this man maintaining his prostration as the child played on his back with effulgent smiles and laughter. I too was moved to laughter at such play. And the noble man, still maintaining his prostration, let this enjoyment go on, his back the playground this child harmlessly played on. I started to weep when I saw such gentleness, and the children on the street jeered me, yelling “Majnoon!” (madman) and laughing. I was fed up with myself for not having made use of my life by not introducing myself to this man I hardly knew, and so I got up the next morning and walked briskly over to where I thought he would be. On my way, however, I met an old lady. Her face was wrinkled and her eyes deep-set; clearly an Arab woman who had seen 02//MAR 2012
far too much of the sun for one lifetime. She called me close and told me of a man, Muhammad, who was not to be trusted because he spread confusion among the people and caused much disunity. Truly, I thought to myself, this Muhammad character is not one I would like if I met him, for he is the cause of discomfort even to an old lady who has nothing but death to look forward to. She was carrying heavy bags in her hands, but I did not assist her for she was walking in the direction opposite to where I needed to go. And so I continued, but my eyes caught a small speck of dust after which I was momentarily blind, as often happens in the desert. As I rubbed my eyes, I felt someone walk past me, someone who walked with force and vigor, like he was descending down a mountain. I turned around and there I saw the man I had been chasing. I knew not his name to call him, and I did not want to disrespect him by yelling out, and so I hurriedly turned around and began following him. He walked past some people and slowed down next to the old woman. I could not hear just yet but I saw him take the bags from her and then walk appropriately and respectfully next to her. I eased next to them, not too close to seem strange but not too far to mishear. She began complaining to him about the same man, Muhammad, that she complained to me about and the man listened attentively. I overheard her saying, “He's a bad man, not to be trusted, causes hurt, splits people, I hate him, I curse him,” all hateful words the man lent his ears to hear. They got to where she lived and he gently gave the bags back to the old woman, her face teeming with gratitude at this noble man who had helped her. She asked him softly, “What is your name, young man?” He smiled and said, “I am that Muhammad who people say has caused such disunity. I am that Muhammad who people say has caused so much harm.” Her eyes widened in disbelief, as did mine. She said, “That Muhammad would not have carried these heavy bags so humbly and with such concern. That Muhammad wouldn't have walked with me to give an old woman the comfort of companionship. Ash hadu an la ilaha iIlAllah, wa Muhammad ar rasool Allah.” I too, taken aback and fascinated at the same time, felt nothing else in my heart besides these words, for although I never did get a chance to meet him, I knew all there was to know about him.
Be a Confident Muslim - Rubina Hafeez An important characteristic for an American Muslim to have is confidence in oneself. Confidence is what allows us to do what we want to do. Confidence gives us the power to do what we think is right and to overcome pressures from society. From my own observations, insecurity is one of the worst characteristics to have. I have seen that this characteristic can lead people down the road of regression from Islam. Muslim youth want to be cool and fit in so much that in order to achieve this they sometimes lose sight in what is important to them as Muslims. In American society, it’s not exactly cool to go to church everyday, listen to your parents, and to dress modestly. There is a pressure to fit in and to do what is considered cool: partying, putting ones own interests ahead of their parents, and dressing provocatively. If someone does not fit this description, then they can be viewed as odd from the people who do live their lives this way. It is important to have confidence in one’s beliefs otherwise it is easy to fall into the pressures of society due to one’s insecurities. It truly is sad that Muslims can be so insecure that they feel the need to act and dress in a way that is not in accordance with Islam (or even in accordance with the way they want to act or dress), just so they can feel validated from American society. I would like to implore my fellow Muslims to stop and think about what you actually want for yourself. Don’t put other people into the equation; just simply think if you did not feel pressure to act or dress in certain ways from American society, what would your personal preference be?
03//MAR 2012
Syria: Our Test of Sabr -Abdur Rafay, UIC Alumni To our horror, Bashar Al-Assad continues to ravage and massacre his people, a people who are under his dreadful custodianship. Such a paradox! Bashar Al-Assad holds such a position that instead of protecting and guarding his people from harm's way, he is the clear and present danger to his population. He heavily bombards any threat in his path, be it a recently widowed woman, a premature infant, or an elderly man. His ruthless acts have truly tested the Iman and courage of the Syrian people. Men and women alike favor death over surrender in light of the savage unceasing violence. This death, inshAllah, is considered an honorable death in the sight of Allah (swt). Despite the Syrian military destroying homes, schools, and hospitals, people still persevere and remain determined to have their voice heard. Penetrating deep into the hearts of these protesters, we find a unique trait that captivates onlookers. What keeps them determined and focused, knowing that they may not live to see the following sunrise? Their minds and hearts are filled with a distinct feature which Muslims grasp fully, thereby inspiring others to continue their struggle for a victorious reform. This blessed feature is Sabr (patience) in the face of adversity. Sabr is often times confused as silently standing and witnessing the oppressions and wrongs of our society. Distancing ourselves from the vital issues and keeping ourselves busy with the spiritual aspects of Islam's rituals: tasbeeh, duaa, and remaining unconcerned with the Ummah's state of affairs. All the while, people including ourselves suffer from injustice and hardships. This type of silent suffering has greatly contributed to our Ummah's decline. Misconceptions and fear from government repercussions have played a major role in this. Yet the true definition of Sabr is the opposite of silently accepting injustice or isolating oneself from the evils of society. Sabr is speaking the word of Haqq (Truth) in front of the oppressor. Sabr is resisting the tragedies that afflict our Ummah without fear of repercussion. Sabr is going about real change to achieve true revival in our precious Ummah. The Muslims understand Allah's (swt) Laws so thoroughly that they are willing to suffer any consequence towards triumph, enduring torture-filled imprisonment, loss of wealth, and the ultimate sacrifice: loss of life. Allah(swt) said, "And certainly, We shall test you ...the true definition of Sabr is the opposite with something of fear, hunger, loss of wealth, lives of silently accepting injustice or isolating and fruits, but give glad tidings to As-Sabirin (the oneself from the evils of society. Sabr is patient ones, etc.). Who, when afflicted with calamity, say: Truly! To Allah we belong and truly, to Him we speaking the word of Haqq (Truth) in front shall return. They are those whom are blessed and will of the oppressor. Sabr is resisting the be forgiven) from their Lord, and (they are those who) tragedies that afflict our Ummah without receive His Mercy, and it is they who are the guidedfear of repercussion. Sabr is going about ones." [Al-Baqarah, 2:155-157] After reading the inspiring Ayaat of Allah (swt) in real change to achieve true revival in our our prayers deep in the night, it instills great motivation precious Ummah. that drives the Muslims to stand up for the Haqq in the face of a brutal tyrant and his terrible regime. The deep understanding of Qadda and Qadr allows the true believer to act bravely and forcefully without any worry about this temporary life, for these blessed defenders of the Haqq long for the eternal life. A glorious life, as promised to them by the Creator Himself. We take these Believers as our examples who exemplify the strength of their sabr and Imaan. The Messenger of Allah (swt) said, "It is a punishment that Allah sends to whom He wills. Allah has made it a mercy for the believers. There is not a servant who finds himself amidst a plague but he stays in that land in patience hoping (for Allah's reward) and knowing that nothing can harm him except what Allah has written then this servant will be given a reward like that of a martyr." (Al-Bukhari)
04//MAR 2012
What an honor to die as a martyr, to be placed within the same ranks as the great warrior Hamza (ra) on the Day of Judgment for all the creations to witness. The Prophet (saw) said, "No fatigue, nor disease, nor sorrow, nor sadness, nor hurt, nor distress befalls a Muslim, even if it were the prick he receives from a thorn, but that Allah expiates some of his sins for that." (Al-Bukhari) Remain steadfast my dear brothers and sisters. Inshallah, by enduring the great calamities brought down upon you, you shall enter the Heavens pure and untainted as the day you were born. Syria, rest assure, Jannah is so close to you that your bloodshed will not be lost in vain. The Prophet (saw) expressed the goodness and blessing of the Ahl ash-Sham, "O Allah bestow your blessings on our Shaam. O Allah bestow your blessings on our Yemen." (Al-Bukhari) Carry that glad tidings with you to your grave. Inshallah our Ummah's calamity will soon be relieved and Islam's glorious light will fill our skies as promised by the Creator of the universe. Allah (swt) comforted His Believers with the following ayah: "Indeed, Allah defends those who have believed. Indeed, Allah does not like everyone treacherous and ungrateful." [Al-Hajj, 22:38]
Imam al-A'azam -Br.Saad Quadri It is well known that forty years Imam Abu Hanifah (rahmatullahi alayh) used to pray his Fajr with the wudu of Isha. In fact, he would only sleep for about an hour qaylulah (sunnah nap) in the afternoon. His entire night was spent praying to Allah (subhanahu wa ta'alaa) to such an extent, when he passed away, a boy asked his father what happened to the pillar that used to be in the masjid. The father replied to his son, "that wasn't a pillar; that was Imam Abu Hanifah and he has just passed away." So the story is that a man once came to Imam Abu Hanifah at the point in the day when he would retire for his nap. Keep in mind that this was the only hour in which he would sleep the entire day and night. The man came and knocked on the door of Imam Abu Hanifah. The Imam opened the door and asked very kindly what the man had come for. The man told the Imam that he had a question to ask him, to which the Imam told him to feel free to ask. As he was starting his question, the man all of a sudden told the Imam that he had forgotten. Imam Abu Hanifa (rahmatullahi alayh) told him that it was OK and that he should come back when he remembers. A few moments later there was a knock at the door again, and again it was the man with a question. The Imam greeted him and told him to feel free to ask. Again, as the man was about to ask the question he suddenly forgot. The Imam assurred him that it was OK and told him to return when he remembered. Again, a few moments later there was a knock at the door and the man returned again with a question, to which again he forgot upon being told gently to ask. Keep in mind that all this was occuring during the one hour time slot that the Imam allotted for himself to rest. Finally, the man returned again to which the Imam kindly greeted him, and this time he remembered the question. He asked, "is feces sweet or sour?" Imam Abu Hanifah (rahmatullahi alayh) thought for a moment and then answered, "it starts out with a bit of sweetness when it is fresh but then turns sour as it hardens." The man replied, "how would you know unless you have tasted it?" The Imam replied, "it is not necessary to taste it in order to come to this conclusion. Through observation one sees that a fly sits and tastes from feces when it is fresh but leaves it after time when it hardens. The reason for this is because initially there is a bit of sweetness which eventually turns sour." Upon this reply the man fell to the feet of Imam Abu Hanifah and begged for his forgiveness and told him that he had heard the rumors of an innovative and deviant scholar named Abu Hanifah. He came to see for himself of this man but when he saw the utmost ettiqutte that was presented during their interaction, especially since the man knew this was the only hour Imam Abu Hanifah slept, as well as seeing the great knowledge he possesses, it became clear that the rumors and accusations were all false. May Allah (subhanahu wa ta'alaa) make us like the true believers who once walked the Earth. 05//MAR 2012
A Poem for My Mother -Nida Iftekaruddin They say Heaven lies under The feet of your mother But with her in my life I got heaven everyday. The clocks are ticking faster To the Day we meet out Master And we’re lined up one by one To get our due for the Hereafter. Nothing I do can ever repay her Even giving my life wouldn’t make it happen. I hope my good deeds will be the reason She marches into His Garden. For every day that I fasted Or every person that I helped How much of it counts, only Allah knows. May each deed be a jewel Worn by my mother May she be covered from her head to toes. I want to build a house for her With gold walls and saffron carpet. I want honey fountains and biryani trees So much more than my mind can imagine. I’m working hard right now Day and night, construction has begun. I pray that all my deeds are accepted So I can chill in this mansion with my mum. For all the nights she worried About my well-being And for all the times I couldn’t care less, I pray she forgives me Because I’m finally seeing That my Lord is truly Gracious. For blessing me with a blessing A model of beauty and strength. A blessing to soften my heart; A blessing to make me think. That Allah knows me better Than I ever knew myself, So He blessed me with a life-line Before I ever asked for help. Passionate, caring, beautiful and strong, Everyday I pray for this: It would be another blessing from Allah If I could amount to half of who she is. Oh Allah! Guide us to Your path, And forgive us for our flaws Rabbir ham huma kama Rabbayani sagheera (My Lord! Have mercy upon them, the way they cared for me when I was small. 17:24)
Mother -Maliha Syed You wake up in the middle of the night just to see if your children are asleep You work hard day and night not for yourself, but for your children You go out of your way to bring a smile on your child’s face You stand on your feet all day long to provide for your family You come home with swollen feet but never utter a complaint
All you want is for your children to be happy, to have a successful future, to be good human beings.
No matter what we do in return, it can never be equivalent to all you have done for us Our pain is nothing compared to yours Our struggle is nothing compared to yours
You put your life on hold when it comes to your children The least we can do is give you the love and respect you deserve And make dua’a to Allah (SWT) to ease your pain, give you strength, and forgive us all
You are the one who is to be treated with the best companionship Therefore, it is our duty to lay a soft loving path for you to walk on After all, it is beneath your beautiful feet where Jannah lies.
In Perspective - Adil Qaisar His image in the mirror was blocked Was not himself but the fear had stopped But he was stuck on the path, and his steering was locked He made no progress so his hearing had stopped No longer progressing, became a parody Was living a lie, but claimed clarity What he had lacked to himself was verity What he lacked to others was charity What he needed was spiritual therapy Gained respect of life through self, not inherently Through experience, achieved a greater perspective Realized respect is required, and is not an elective
Hidden Answers –Mustafa Husssaini The association that I once adored Knowing the truth was folklore As I opened the door I felt sick to the floor The truth which bleeds The sins which scream This is not a dream And the nightmare is what I see The deeds have been done No one heeds the advice that was uttered to one The actions are done The voices that are sung In the prayers to which we fold Calling out Allah to save us from the horrors that are told But people have become passive in these halls Republican and Democrat alike I wish I could take a hike to place of sunlight and sight That sin could be forgiven Even if it is hidden But the monster we have become Could be cured by fighting for the rights of all Because after 80 years we fall And together we are brought into a hall To give the answers to that was hidden Calling out to Allah to save us from all that is written
07//MAR 2012
Etiquette of Salaam -Asra Hasan
Rasulullah (SAW) said, “You shall not enter Heaven unless you have Faith and your Faith is not complete until you show love towards one another. Would you want me to show you how you can achieve this? Shower your Salaam upon one another.” This hadith explains, in simple terms, the importance of saying salaam in a Muslim’s life. Assalaamu-alaikum, a greeting in Arabic, literally translates to peace be upon you. In Islam, it is a duty of every Muslim to give their salaam, as well as reply to it with Walaikum-assalam (peace be upon you too) when another Muslim says it. This is mandatory because when we exchange salaam upon meeting, we are actually praying for each other’s peace in life. This leads to closer relationships within Muslim communities and is one of the signs of people who have Faith. In Islam, commencing salaam is one of the six rights a Muslim has over another Muslim. In the narration by Imam Ahmad, those Because salaam has such great importance in who commence salaam are the closest to Allah. our lives, it is highly important to know the Commencing salaam is a Sunnah; however, it is wajib to reply back to the salaam. In the chapter etiquettes of salaam in Islam. An-Nisa (4:86) of the Quran it states, “When you are met with a greeting, respond with one better than it, or [at least] return it. Allah takes careful account of all things.” Likewise, if someone tells you to convey the salaam to someone else, this becomes wajib upon you to do so. With salaam holding great importance in Muslims’ lives, it is important for us to know the benefits it comes with. Shaykh Khalid Abdul Sattar, teacher and director of Ilm Essentials, stated that Allah (SWT) gives us many opportunities to earn rewards, from which one is as simple as commencing the salaam. The minimum salaam is Assalaamu-alaikum which is the equivalent of getting ten rewards. Likewise, saying Assalaamualaikum wa rahmatullah is the equivalent of getting twenty rewards, and saying Assalaamu-alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu is the equivalent of getting thirty rewards. Because salaam has such great importance in our lives, it is highly important to know the etiquettes of salaam in Islam. Abu Hurairah (RA) narrates that Rasulullah (SAW) said when it comes to who gives the salaam first, “let the person who is driving give salaam to the one walking; let the one who is walking give the salaam to the one sitting; let those who are small in number or alone give salaam to those who are in a large group and let the younger one give salaam to the elderly.” The purpose of these guidelines is to avoid confusion between us upon meeting on who should say the salaam first and to avoid situations where both persons answer each other’s salaam together. When giving salaam to our family, Anas (RA) narrates from a hadith that when you enter your family’s house, give salaam so that Allah showers his blessing upon you and your family. It is also mentioned that when we visit our relatives, friends, and neighbors, we must give our salaam upon entering their house. If our salaam is not answered after the third time we should leave their house because the purpose of exchanging salaams is to receive Allah’s blessing on ourselves and those we visit. Rasulullah (SAW) said, “Whoever then responds to salaam, it is for his benefit, and he who does not respond to salaam, is not from amongst us.” He also said, “If they reply to your salaam then the angles will return salaam upon them and if they do not answer your salaam, the angles will reply to your salaam, and curse them or they will stay quiet with them.” 08//MAR 2012
HADITHS
When it comes to exchanging salaam between genders, Shaykh Khalid Abdul Sattar explains that if there is fear of fitnah, salaam should not be exchanged and if there is a reason to exchange the salaam between members of the opposite sex, keep it short. Furthermore, if a non-mehram (someone who you can potentially marry) male commences a salaam to a non-mehram female or vice versa, it is not wajib for him/her to respond back. If ever confronted by this situation, the person can either reply quietly to themselves or ignore the salaam. For confusion of saying salaam to someone who is performing Salah, Brother Saleh As-Saleh explains the four opinions of Ulama thoroughly in his book, Points of Benefit Regarding Greeting a Person in Salaah (Prayers). One opinion is that it is recommended to give salaam to a praying person because of the general requirements of giving salaam to another Muslim. Second opinion is that it is plausible to give salaam to the praying person, but it is not Sunnah to do so because the person is busy performing Salah. The third opinion is that sending salaam is disliked in this situation because the person in Salah might get distracted and accidently respond back-thus causing the prayer to be nullified. The fourth opinion is that it is not preferable to say salaam, unless the other person has knowledge of how to handle this situation correctly. Overall, we must keep in mind that when one is performing Salah, they are doing the most important duty in front of Allah; hence, it is preferable that they should not be disturbed. We all have faced the confusion when it comes to saying salaam to non-Muslims. Many Islamic scholars concluded that it is prohibited for Muslims to give their salaam to people of other faith. A hadith reported by Abu Hurairah explained Rasulullah’s approach to this situation; he said, “You must not initiate the salaam with Jews and Christians.” However, if a Muslim is greeted by a salaam from a non-Muslim, there are two different approaches to handling the situation based on your school of thought. According to Hanafi and Maliki, it is considered acceptable to respond to a non-Muslim’s salaam; however, according to Shafii and Hunbali it is considered mandatory to respond to a non-Muslim’s salaam. Islamic scholars have provided some ways of responding to the salaam given by a non-Muslim, for example, the Hanafi and Maliki schools of thought suggests that we should respond by saying Wa’alaikum (and upon you too) or Alaikum (let it be upon you) and no more. The hadith says, “When the People of the Book offer you salutations, you should say: the same to you.” The Shafii and Hunbali schools of thought suggest that it is permissible for a Muslim to respond by saying Wa’alaikumus- Salaam (and peace be upon you). Overall, the fiqh and importance of salaam are of great significance in the deen, not only because the salaam is a greeting but because it is a binding contract between two people who both believe Allah (swt) is the Lord and the Rasul (s) is His messenger. It is indicative of not just a different type of hello, but a bond between people who are blessed enough to belong to this Ummah. Having Good Akhlaaq: -Abu Hurairah (R) reported: the Prophet (saw) said, "The most perfect man in his faith among the believers is the one whose behavior is most excellent; and the best of you are those who are the best to their wives" (Tirmidhi- hasan sahih) Excellence of meeting with a smiling countenance and politeness in speech: - Abu Hurairah (R) reported: The Prophet (saw) said, "It is also charity to utter a good word." (Bukhari and Muslim) Etiquette of eating: - Aishah (R) reported: the Messenger (saw) said, "When any of you wants to eat, he should mention the name of Allah in the beginning (Bismillah). if he forgets to do it in the beginning he should say (Bismillah awwalahu wa akhirahu).” (Abu dawud and Tirmidhi) -Umar bin Abu Salamah reported that the Messenger (saw) said, " Eat with your right hand, and eat from what is near you" (Bukhari and Muslim) -Ka'b bin malik (R) reported: I saw the Messenger (saw) eating with three fingers (the thumb, the index finger, and the middle finger) and licking them after having finished the food." 09//MAR 2012
Confessions of a Chatterbox -Anonymous Coward It happened a few days ago. I was having a conversation with a brother in the lounge - if you could call it a conversation. You wouldn't be blamed for thinking it was one. I played the listening role pretty well, nodding or injecting a brief "yeah" or "uh-huh" at regular intervals. What I was actually doing was coming up with these really awesome things to say, and just biding my time, just waiting for him to hesitate or pause for even a split second so I could blurt out that really awesome thing. This happened a few times before I realized what was going on. "What's wrong with me? I'm pathetic!" I told myself. And it really was pathetic. I was having a "conversation" that I was trying desperately to commandeer. The worst part was this was done outside of conscious awareness. "Wait a sec, buddy," my brain told me, in an attempt to protect my fragile ego. "Didn't those ideas you were so quick to blurt out have merit? Didn't they actually contribute to the conversation you were having?" So I actually did some selfreflection and dejectedly I realized the answer to those questions: "Absolutely not." I was talking about some lame personal stories and observations, relevant to no one other than myself. So not only was I just dying to say what was on my mind, the stuff I wanted to say wasn't even really any good. They were just things related to me. I was trying to center the conversation on me. Here I am in the lounge (for most of the day, let's be honest!), running my mouth off loudly at every opportunity, saying whatever junk is on my mind, talking about the all-important me. What's going on here? Let me take a shot at explaining. What a lot of our motivation boils down to is a fundamental need to feel loved, wanted, respected, and important. This is completely normal and everyone has the right to seek this out. The problem comes when we take this a little too far. In order to make us feel better about ourselves, the noggin starts to push a message: "Everything you have to say is important. You have smart, clever, interesting, and funny things to say, and I'm going to try to make it as easy as possible for you to tell them to the world." Then Shaitan (Satan) comes and embraces his opportunity to cause mischief: "Why are you speaking so quietly? Speak up so other people can hear these great things you have to say! And why don't you go ahead and talk about how such-and-such wronged you the other day? Other people have to hear about his bogusness. Come on, man, make that hurtful joke. It's just a joke! No one will feel bad..." Before you know it, you are saying bekaar (useless) things at the top of your lungs, hoping that your fellow brothers and sisters and non-Muslims will hear about your awesomeness. And after hearing you, they'll realize how clever and cool you really are. And they'll realize how lame and bogus such-and-such is. And they'll think you're so funny when you tell that joke! These are the lies we tell ourselves. It turns into an importance contest. I matter and nothing else does; I matter and no one does. I'm so smart, cool, clever, I'm so real...I'm better than you, I'm better than him, I'm better than her, and I gotta make sure EVERYBODY knows it! Now we're in some deep expletive. Let's think about this for a second. Going from being shy, nervous, desperate to be heard out and appreciated, all the way to the other extreme: loud, boorish, obnoxious, boring, and condescending. I'll hate on and call out whatever and whoever, without a second thought about backbiting, even though it's like eating the flesh of your dead brother (Qur'an 49:12). And I'll say that mean, harmful thing, and maybe put someone down, then I'll laugh it off as if it's a joke (is it really a joke, or am I just saying that as a license to say whatever I want?) And of course I'm not offending anybody because nobody's told me that I'm offending anybody!
10//MAR 2012
This last point especially gives me the shivers. How many times have I said something stupid and offensive, even if just a joke? Not just to one or two people, but practically everyone in earshot in the lounge. I was never confronted about being offensive, but really, how many people would bother to confront me about hurting their feelings? What if they want to avoid making the situation worse? What if they are shy? What if they are too busy? What if they are making "70 excuses" for their brother and are letting it go? How many of these brothers and sisters are keeping some small piece of hurt in their heart and walking around every single day with that hurt that I caused? It kills me inside to even think about this possibility. Please, take a minute or two here and think critically about the things you take for granted, such as your interactions with family, friends, and strangers. Even if your case isn't as extreme as mine, do you see even a little bit of yourself in this article? Be honest with yourself. I pray that Allah forgives us of our shortcomings and deficiencies and helps us to overcome them, and that he gives us the ability and foresight to think critically about each and every word that comes out of our mouths, and all its attendant consequences, including the fact that we will be held accountable for everything we say and do, in this life or the next. I pray that Allah helps us emulate the character of Prophet Muhammad (sallAllahu alaihi wassalam - May Allah honor him and grant him peace); it is truly an understatement to say he was a humble man who was kind to, generous with, and respectful of each and every person he met.
Standing Firm Among the Tides of Fear -Muhammad Hatib Umar
In recent times, the veiled activities of New York Police Department––specifically, the ongoing spying on Muslim communities and student organizations in the area––has come to public light, and with it public outrage and concern. More importantly, however, is the reaction and reflection this event prompts among the Muslim community. On one hand, there lies a sense of outrage and a feeling of being wronged, but on the other, one of fear and helplessness––the latter, it seems, holds a greater grip . As noted by Seth Wessler, among other journalists, a “feeling of paranoia about being watched [has] swelled up for Muslim students all over the northeastern United States...when they found out that indeed they had been monitored, regularly and with troublingly free license, by the New York Police Department.” Perhaps closer to home we've heard similar sentiments: ones of fear and unease, of being watched, of being judged, of being recorded, and of being in danger––of being told to stay quiet, to remain detached, to ignore and move on, and to leave such problems for others to deal with. But, Muslims, consider the greater implications these sentiments and these fears mean. Consider what fear is, in its truest sense––and how exactly ...fear, in its purist sense manifests one, as a Muslim, should approach and understand such a concept. itself as a form of ibadah and as a In surah An-Nahl we are reminded that to Allah “belongs whatever form of submission deserving only to is in the heavens and the earth, and to Him is [due] worship Ar-Raqib, Al-Hakam, Al-Khabir––the constantly. Then is it other than Allah that you fear?” (16:52). Watchful, the Judge, the All-Aware. Meaning that fear, in its purist sense manifests itself as a form of ibadah and as a form of submission deserving only to Ar-Raqib, AlHakam, Al-Khabir––the Watchful, the Judge, the All-Aware. Consider moreover, the misplaced fear we associate towards people or events, which in reality have no power of their own, and which proceed only by the will of Allah to “test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits” (2:155). Therefore, returning to the original situation, one can view the events unfolding in New York, and the like, not through the lens of fear, but through a perception of understanding––as a reminder that the time we live in today, requires us to live by and reflect the religion we claim to follow. A reminder that, to change the situation we live in, we must change what lies within ourselves––and to reflect these changes in the manners we carry. To strive to make the perception of a Muslim, synonymous with good works, trustworthiness, and the integrity to stand firmly for the truth––as people of substance. 11//MAR 2012
Strengthening Akhlaq - Zeeshan Syed Oh the things I would do to live in the time of Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W), for he is the epitome of akhlaq. Akhlaq in English essentially translates as “disposition”, which is one’s “mental outlook”. It is the Islamic behavior, conduct, and morals to which one should live by. Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w) had strength of character unlike any other, as it is exemplified in this story; “There used to live an old Makkan lady who hated the Prophet (s.a.w). Every morning he would pass by her building and each time she would dump trash on his head. The Prophet (s.a.w) never grumbled nor said anything to her. However on one occasion he passed by her building and nothing happened, so the prophet (s.a.w) went upstairs; worried she might be ill. The old lady was terrified to see him. When the Prophet (s.a.w) said he came to check on her, she began to cry. “What a good man you are, I ill-treat you and you enquire about my health. Teach me your religion, teach me your way of life”. Obviously there are a number of other examples, but I chose this one for its basic context and because it deals with respect, humility, and altruism; traits not always present within our generation. And this leads me to faith, trust in god. I have never openly talked about my faith nor written about my faith, so this is a bit of a challenge. Perhaps it is a challenge because at times I am a stranger to my faith. No, not the kind of stranger that neglects it or avoids it; but rather a stranger who does not spend as much time with it. Surely we understand the obligations that come with being a Muslim, but at times we don’t fulfill them the best we could. Personally, I don’t read the Quran as much as I should, nor do I consistently wake up for Fajr the way I need to. “Stranger” seems like a strong word to describe the relationship between me and my faith, so maybe “acquaintance” is a more adequate choice of words; but even that isn’t what we should strive for. The best way one can describe such a relationship is “best friends” and that’s where we need to get to, that is where the Prophet (s.a.w) was and beyond. It is faith that improves our lifestyle, our hearts, and our akhlaq.
Khabbab Ibn Al Arat:
SAHABI OF THE MONTH
Khabab Ibn Al Arat was an Arab slave and a blacksmith by trade. He instinctively understood idol worshipping to be an act of sheer ignorance, so when he heard the Prophet's (S) call to Islam, Khabbab responded immediately and became one of the first ten people to accept Islam. Khabbab made no attempt to keep his faith secret and experienced brutal persecution as a result. His own slave master, Umm Anmar was particularly severe in her enmity against him. The sword maker remained firm and escaped from torture when the order of migration to Madinah was given. He fought alongside the Prophet (S) in the battles of Badr and Uhud and lived to witness the expansion of Islam during the times of the Rightly Guided Caliphs. Khabbab was blessed with ample wealth in his later life and would spend generously on the less fortunate. He passed away during the Caliphate of Ali (RAA) in 37H.
-Raed Oweisi
12//MAR 2012
Hijab for a Week—A bit too much to ask? -Sarah Riaz
When I first heard about the hijab pledge, I thought it was just a small little event that UIC was hosting, perhaps something only the MSA sisters will take part in. When I saw the flier, I didn’t think it was a great idea. I, for sure, did not want to take part in it. Wearing the hijab for a week then taking it off, that sounded a little crazy to me. What would people think? How would I feel? It was an immediate response, something that didn’t even need more thought. It was a definite no. The end. Then came day one of IAW and I was hanging out at the Dawah booth. The atmosphere was admirable- at just 10:00 in the morning, the sister’s side had begun visits from numerous girls- both Muslim and non-Muslim taking this opportunity with excitement in their eyes and smiles on their faces. The Muslim girls were helping the non-Muslims put the hijab on. Pictures were being taken, everyone was happy; everyone was helping one another with different styles of the scarf. It was a perfect moment of sisterhood. After that, I was sitting in one of the lectures and I just could not concentrate. Something inside my head kept reflecting at the moments I had witnessed earlier. I knew that it was still weird for me; I didn’t want to cover my hair just for a week. But so many girls were doing it. If they could represent my religion, even if it be for a week, why couldn’t I? These thoughts were rushing through my head and before I knew it, I was back upstairs and someone was helping me pin up my hijab. I was in the restroom fixing my hijab, and an African American girl next to me asked me a question. She said, “Don’t you get hot in there?” I smiled and explained that I was wearing it for the hijab pledge, and as our conversation progressed, she asked about the hijab and Islam’s view on modesty. Our conversation probably lasted about three minutes, but right after, she wanted to come with me and wear it too. She couldn’t wait to pick out her new scarf and jump into this experience. SubhanAllah, I thought to myself. All my confusions, all my mixed feelings were answered within minutes of wearing I didn’t want to cover my hair just for a week. But so many girls were doing the hijab. I know that the girl I met in the bathroom didn’t convert, but I also know that she was excited to wear the veil. it. If they could represent It definitely gave her a chance, an experience, and an my religion, even if it be for a week, opportunity to learn more about Islam. It may have just why couldn’t I? These thoughts were served as a week in her life, but this experience will surely remain with her for the rest of her years. rushing through my head and before I This was only day one. The fact that one girl wore the hijab and was able to experience what it may feel like to live knew it, I was back upstairs and in the life of a Muslim girl is extraordinary. I know that this is someone was helping me pin up my just one example; so many more girls had similar experiences and were able to see Islam from a whole new perspective, clarifying misconceptions that they may have previously had. As the week progressed, the bus driver that said “hello” to me all year said, “Salaam.” The random lady sitting across from me on the CTA going home from UIC said, “Assalamualaikum.” These are just a few moments from my hijab- pledge week. The beauty and the warmth that I felt as a Muslim girl during this week are indescribable and will remain with me forever. 13//MAR 2012
A Week of Modesty -Sarah Jane Reich I knew from the moment I woke up Monday morning this was something I had to do. No I am not Muslim. No, I do not plan on becoming Muslim, yet the opportunity to embrace a faith different than my own could not be passed up. Everyday when I see a Muslim woman it makes me proud. When a person shows their beliefs everyday despite prejudice, it is inspirational. Their practices are an example of love and devotion. That is what I believe in. Faith often stems from a type of love that springs forth from every cell, igniting a power too great to hoard selfishly. I see this from people of different religions yet the joy that radiates from a Muslim woman was something I hoped to experience. The sisters were kind and inviting. When I walked up the stairs, the girl at the Muslim Student Association table smiled brightly at me. As an “outsider”, at least to the faith, I felt welcomed. I don’t think people gave me mean or funny looks. I hoped to invoke curiosity so other people would participate as well. With each step I tried to show confidence, poise, and happiness. My wonderful Greek mythology teacher said something like, “Oh Sarah is in costume today,” but she is a gem and this was not an insult. I felt stupid when I had been wearing the hijab for hours and found out later my hair had been showing. I ran into my friend who told me she was surprised that I was participating. How could I pass up something that is such an honor and privilege? I would never wear this without permission thus this experience is priceless. The first night before I went to bed I looked at my Qu’ran. The speaker on Muslim Basics asked what was “my book.” I didn’t know I had written one. I finally realized the correct answer was the Bible, since I am Christian. However, I could never limit myself like that. Knowledge should be free for everyone, even if it is learning about something you don’t believe. Wisdom comes in many forms and it is found in many places, not solely the Bible. I keep my Bible and Qu’ran next to each other by my bed. It makes me smile and think about the universal truths from each of them. On Tuesday I was conscious of my “different” appearance when walking down my front steps and realizing I had never seen anyone in my town wearing a hijab. I have lived in my town more than 23 years. I attended a lecture about Islamic views on death. The speaker was engaging and I learned much about the beliefs. Once again I was one of the only non-Muslim people at the talk. I consider it an honor. They took so much time to set this up I was lucky to benefit from it. I went to another lecture about the Qu’ran and there were more people. I have taken religion courses before but to focus on the Islamic faith has taught me more in one week than any semester long course covering all religions. It’s cool that I could keep my own style. My I have viewed Muslims collectively. With identity was not compromised. It did not take away who I am as a person. The sisters say I should go to the dinner only knowing one Muslim personally Thursday. I’m scared this week will end and once again I’ll before this experience I missed the greatest have no connection to this beautiful religion and the thing about them, their individualism. Their inspirational people. With my social anxiety I cannot incredible devotion to Islam unifies remember any of the names of the girls I spoke with. I hate that for their faces, smiles and accepting nature Muslims in a positive way yet makes it easy remain in my mind. to see only their faith. This week was Ash Wednesday. I worried people in the church would think I was trying to cause trouble by wearing my hijab. I am Christian but I covered my head to show my acceptance of others and personal dedication. The main question in my mind was if the Catholics in my church would accept me. While in church I felt like I had to “prove” I belonged there. I sang every song sweetly, listened closely to each reading and the sermon, and made sure all my movements reflected what I have been taught since birth. Most likely I was the main person judging me. Dinner with my family Wednesday night was enlightening. I told my parents what I was learning and eagerly they asked their own questions. I love when I can teach them things they don’t know. At one point my father said, “One day maybe you will be Muslim.”
14//MAR 2012
I never thought my Catholic father would speak those words. I was afraid to even walk in my house the first day wearing the hijab. It just shows that no one should be judged based upon assumptions. It annoyed me that I was not sure how assertive I should have been around Muslims. I wanted to smile at all the sisters to show love for them but I worried this would be weird. I thought, “I cannot act as if wearing a hijab for a week makes me one of them.” Sadly it is typical in America to avert ones eyes and ignore each other. I felt anxiety on Thursday. Religion is extremely deep and it can overwhelm me. It was the first time I wanted to take the hijab off. I kept it on but felt overwhelmed. Modesty is a virtue but I feel like I should embrace my flaws and beauty openly. Wanting to creatively express myself in my style is for me, not God, but I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. At the dinner on Thursday I sat with girls I never met. They were extremely friendly and I did not feel out of place. The speaker went over Islamophobia and captivated the audience. He made sense and made it an enjoyable evening. I was told I could go to the front of the line to get food. I wanted to wait but about ten minutes later food was brought to me because I was a guest. Not only was this kindness unexpected but the food was incredible. On Friday I met with all of the other girls that took the pledge of modesty. We discussed our experiences. A photo was taken, cake was served, and I won the raffle. I received a beautiful hijab, just incase I ever decide to do what my dad has foretold. This pursuit of knowledge was a noble endeavor but offending others in the process is what brought me stress. As a non-Muslim I felt I could have insulted believers of Islam. Then, I worried Christians would be confused or insulted. A week has past since I wore my hijab. My henna tattoo has faded but my experience continues. I realize I made a huge mistake and I was making it all last week as well. However, if it were not for last week I may have never realized my ignorance. I have viewed Muslims collectively. With only knowing one Muslim personally before this experience I missed the greatest thing about them, their individualism. Their incredible devotion to Islam unifies Muslims in a positive way, yet makes it easy to see only their faith. I learned what it meant to wear a hijab and how it felt. I learned much about the Islamic faith and the people in general. Yet, I have much to learn about the individuals and this knowledge that cannot be taught in a seminar. Spending time with Muslim women recently has opened my eyes. I can see the sisters I met are devout and beautiful but I understand this comes from more than their beliefs and wearing hijab. Their spirit truly is the pearl and knowing this is vastly different than understanding what it means.
A Little about Arabic -IbnAbuZaid Arabic is an incredibly beautiful language, capable of communicating the most profound ideas in the most simple and eloquent manner. The very recitation of Arabic works flows without obstacles and with a neat fluidity which makes listening beyond pleasurable. It should come as no surprise then that Arabic was the language Allah Almighty and All Wise chose to send the Quran down in. His immortal truths will forever echo throughout eternity in the Arabic language! Surreal, no? Imagine understanding the words of the Quran when you recite it or when you hear its beautiful recitation! Imagine the joy you would feel at understanding the immense depth of meaning this book has to offer! Learn Arabic then, and unlock the gems of our rich Islamic culture and the true beauty of this magnificent book. Get some more benefit from it also since it's the fifth most spoken language in the world and the language of our beloved Nabi (S) and his faithful companions. Alhumdulillah, UIC MSA is offering Arabic courses for sisters AND brothers Thursdays from 121:45! It's absolutely free and we have an amazing teacher to impart this knowledge on us! ‘Umar (may Allah be pleased with him) said: “Learn Ahlan-wa sahlan - meaning “welcome” in Arabic the Sunnah and learn Arabic; learn the Qur’an in Arabic for it is in Arabic” 15//MAR 2012
Taking The Time To Lend A Hand -Henna Kauser Vohra We all lead a busy life – no doubt – but in our rush, we often pass by those who aren’t as fortunate as we are today. We complain about the uncomfortable lecture hall seats. We foster a temper when we are accidently bumped on a crowded CTA, and we become furious with individuals who talk loudly during chemistry lecture. Never did it occur that while you complaining about the seats, a woman and her children had to suffice with the unpleasant sidewalk as their lodge. Never did it occur that the person who bumped you in the CTA was a disheartened man who despite working all day didn’t receive enough to feed his family. Never did it occur that although you can hear the loud person in chemistry, you failed to hear the tears spilling down her face from losing her brother to a bullet during the weekend. You missed all of that because you led your busy life in a bubble. Fortunately, I was able to slow Although our services seemed to be down my busy life to lend a hand to the less fortunate on little, the impact was tremendous. After February 26 with Project Downtown at Masjid Dawah on Chicago’s West Side. It has become an experience that I will setting clothes and toys on the table forever remember and continue to contribute my time to. along with the food, I observed the I signed up for Project Downtown within a many people that surrounded me and heartbeat. It wasn’t even a question whether I would have time or not. The question that was running in my head was was amazed at how unprepared we whether I would blend in with the other volunteers who were for the immense love that seemed to know each other. Being placed with unfamiliar embraced us. people worries me more than being in an unfamiliar setting. Initially, I felt hesitant since I wasn’t familiar with many of the people associated with Muslim Student Association (MSA) or Students for the Advancement of Freedom, Equality and Human Rights (SAFEHR). Their faces were familiar, but their names and personalities were not. However, it didn’t take long for me to join the assembly line of volunteers who were making lunch packs. I instantly felt the growing love as every item was being placed into the paper bags. It was a feeling of accomplishment and change. Although our services seemed to be little, the impact was tremendous. After setting clothes and toys on the table along with the food, I observed the many people that surrounded me and was amazed at how unprepared we were for the immense love that embraced us. I say unprepared because after we served individuals, some joined our efforts in cleaning the abandoned lot across the masjid. Some of the volunteers even engaged in play with the community children by playing football or drawing with chalk on the sidewalks. The whole atmosphere of this small area felt dreamlike – here were these 20-some college students who may have had an exam on Friday or had an upcoming exam on Monday, but they volunteered their time to a community they never knew existed. Volunteering with Project Downtown renewed my sense of responsibility to society and humanity, along with my faith. I grew up in a community on the South side that is quite similar to this one of the West side. I’ve done many types of services in my own community as it is marked as one that is struggling to provide for their children; however, this time I felt that there was an invisible line connecting us all through the oneness of our faith. I’ve never felt that invisible line because I’ve always volunteered with individuals from my community and those who I identify with culturally. This time was definitely different with individuals who may not necessarily share the same culture or community as me, but share the same faith. By the end of the day, I really felt a connection with Masjid Dawah, the community, and the UIC volunteers. I highly encourage individuals who wish to make a difference out of the kindness of their heart to join hands with Project Downtown – it will become a moment that you will forever treasure.
16//MAR 2012
I GOT THE POWER! – Power to Peace -Nida Iftekaruddin Roughly five miles west of UIC’s campus lies Garfield Park, a community much different from our own. Once you get past the barrier of gentrified city streets, you meet blocks of abandoned buildings, empty lots, poverty, and the small but powerful Masjid Da’wah. This is where we set up our tables of food, clothes, and toys for Project Downtown. PD is an amazing initiative and was definitely a rewarding way to spend our Sunday morning. However, in order to help our neighbors climb out of the pit of poverty, we need to do much more than hand out free food once a month. The key to change is education. This cycle of poverty is a system. There are Garfield Park and low-income rules set in place to assure that this cycle neighborhoods like it are stuck in a system that has continues, but these systems can be been put in place so these people will not succeed. A capitalist society cannot function unless someone countered. And the key is education. gets a hit. The average household income for a family in Garfield Park is half of the rest of the United States. Keep in mind in places like Garfield Park, one household does not hold one family. Often times, there are multiple families living in one apartment, all supported by the income of a single person. In addition to the poverty, gang activity is very prevalent in these areas. Gangs make people feel in power, as if they have a responsibility. These same gangs are the reason for the high crime rates in areas like Garfield Park. This cycle of poverty is a system. There are rules set in place to assure that this cycle continues, but these systems can be countered. And the key is education. Knowledge is power. If people just knew about the systems that control them, they could make a difference. Children need to be educated that there is a way out of this cycle and they can be successful. Success doesn’t just mean a mansion in the suburbs. If they want to live on the block, own the block, run the streets, they can. If they want power, they can have it. And they can get it without drugs, guns and violence. They can get where they want to be through knowledge. Despite the statistics that prove they are incapable, it is a fact that they absolutely have the capacity to learn and be somebody. Knowledge is power. And knowledge is not just gained in a classroom. It’s movements like Project Downtown that help with the start for change. It’s not the just the bags and boxes of food, but the interactions with people that are important. Da’wah is a form of education, and it is one that as Muslims, we should be experts on. The best form of Da’wah are our actions. When we greet these people, shake their hands, give them hugs, and just talk to them, we show them that they matter to us. We care about them. When we meet these broken streets with warm words and sweet smiles, we are showing people how happy we are to see them. Because this is It’s movements like Project Downtown what Islam teaches us to do. People will see the Muslims and see Peace. And this is exactly the same Peace that will that help with the start for change. It’s help them climb out of the slumps they are in: this Peace not the just the bags and boxes of food, of mind and heart, which can only be reached through the but the interactions with people that are submission to Allah (swt). important. Da’wah is a form of May Allah (swt) bless our efforts in following His Messenger (s), may He humble our hearts, continue to education, and it is one that as Muslims, choose us to be the lucky ones to visit Garfield Park, and we should be experts on. may He guide the people of Garfield Park to the ultimate source of Peace. Ameen.
17//MAR 2012
2011-2012 Brothers MSA Awards -Nabeel Sayeed Brothers! Don’t sit around and agonize that your accomplishments and those of your peers have gone unrecognized for so long. The time for you to get the recognition you deserve has finally come! The 20112012 Brothers MSA awards are a way for YOU and your peers to be recognized for your great achievements. It is simple enough. An email will be sent out with the following categories of awards below. You can nominate one person for each category of award, and you must accompany your nomination with your reasoning for nominating him. Be creative in your reasoning! No reason is wrong. Just to note, any similarity of the below award categories with awards that are given in certain sports organizations is completely coincidental. Your rationale for nominating your fellow brothers does not necessarily have to have anything to do with sports (Why else would Nabeel Sayeed, a likely shoo-in candidate for MVP, be so deserving of the award when he never goes to the rec center or plays any sports?). Nominations, along with your justification for your nomination, should be sent to albayyanuic@gmail.com . Furthermore, an email will be sent to the MSA listserv with a spreadsheet for nominations. NOTE: Nominees must be male, Muslim students at UIC. The categories for nomination are as follows: Rookie of the Year – Freshman only are eligible for nomination. Goes to the best freshman overall. Could be the one who did the most community service, the funniest, the coolest, you decide! Iron Horse – Longevity is recognized here. The rest is up to you! Coach of the Year – You decide who you think is most deserving. No guidelines for this one. Just tell us why you are nominating whoever you are nominating. Defensive Player of the Year – You decide this one too! How can a person be ‘defensive’? You tell us! 6th Man of the Year – This goes to someone who unexpectedly comes in clutch and makes big time plays when its needed. Citizenship Award – This goes to someone who has devoted his time to serving us Muslims at UIC and the UIC community at large. MVP – Does this even need any explanation?
MSA THIS MONTH Another month of fun-filled events coming your way! Check “MSA THIS WEEK” Every week for details!! March 14 – Brothers’ Art of Manliness March 14 – Sisters’ Milk Bowl Continues! March 15 – Islamic Theology Lecture #2 –Shaykh Omar Qureshi March 16 – Brothers’ Milk Bowl – Basketball March 25 – Project Downtown! March 28 – Make-Up Workshop w/ Zainab Sozzer and Afifa Anwar Looking Ahead to April: Diseases of the Heart Workshop Sisters’ Open Mic Night! And More!! Stay Tuned! And remember, almost every Friday is a bake sale Friday, so bake, buy, or donate! Support YOUR UICMSA! 18//MAR 2012
Haroon Answers -Haroon Chaudhry
IAW tweets—@UICMSA yawazwaz - Alhamdullilah @uiciaw was such a great success! Great job @UICMSA!! So sad IAW is over :( ImranQ26 - Chillin with Mufti @HussainKamani and Omar Mozaffar in the pier room #UICIAW jshams2 - A non muslim sister (hijab pledge)- "a smile and nod from a Muslim sister really encouraged me to keep the hijab on." @uiciaw #uicmsa jshams2 - A non muslim sister (hijab pledge) said, "I didn't feel oppressed wearing the hijab" @UICMSA @uiciaw nida519 - I didn't want to be one of those people who is afraid of something just because I didn't understand nonmuslim hijab pledger @uiciaw @UICMSA nida519 - I'm tearing up. These girls are so strong and so beautiful! What an awesome ending to an awesome week @UICMSA @uiciaw #sisterhoodswag
What do I do if my lab partner is someone of the opposite gender? Well make sure to stay focused on the subject at hand, try not to go off topic and work on the lab as best as possible. Most of us like to crack jokes and go off topic onto things that have nothing to do with the lab itself. Just stay friendly, stay relaxed, and be mature. We’re all mature Muslim college students. And if all else fails, just remember to go HAM! (Halaal as a muslim). What do I do if I have to meet my professor, from an opposite gender, in office hours? At first you should try to go with a group of friends or at least one more person. Try to take another class mate of the same gender with you, so you both can sit and listen to the professor. If you need to take a friend that is not in that particular class, have him or her stand outside the door while you talk to your professor, and let your professor know to keep the door open. If these don’t work, make sure to keep the door open while you and your professor talk, let someone know where you are going, and make sure to wear deodorant, because you will most likely be sweating.
Jshams2 - A non muslim sister (hijab pledge)- The 1st day in her class, professor asked her,"Has there been another Great Awakening?" LOL @UICMSA #IAW
What if I’m on the metra and the only open seat is next to someone of the opposite gender? Well if he looks like a creep or smells like an MSA guy, you jshams2 - Majority of the non muslim sister (hijab pledgers) probably would not want to sit next to them. said, "I felt at peace when I was wearing the scarf and closer However, after a long hard day, take a seat and be to God." @UICMSA @uiciaw mature. There is no need to open up or start a nabeelsayeed3 - looking at some of the tweets and retweets conversation, (unless he is a of @uiciaw really makes me sad #WishWeCouldDoIAWeveryWeek #LovedEveryMoment #alH Pakistani looking for a #UICIAW rishta). And jshams2 - Met 6 non-muslim (hijab pledge) sisters this remember morning & they said "it feels good wearing this head scarf, I Drake says feel beautiful." @UICMSA #UICIAW YOLO but as Muslims we UIC IAW 2012 - JazakAllah khair (may God grant you say YOLT! You goodness) to all who came to and helped out with this past only live week's events! #uiciaw twice, so 19//MAR 2012
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