SOLACE DURING JIHAD

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I am trying to edit this post so that I talk less about my particular struggles and more about the songs. My confession is that every time I try to edit, this post grows in length.

Much of my life, if I am honest, feels like I have been experiencing a jihad of some kind. I know that it shouldn’t. But, I also know that sometimes, I am just not thinking clearly. Oh, before I go any further, do I need to define “Jihad?” Here is a concise definition.

https://www.britannica.com/topic/jihad

When I started this blog, I only wanted to highlight the music that adds the layers of sound and provides a vehicle of deepening worship for Muslims during Ramadan. My general idea was to make every attempt at keeping my own personal struggles out of the blog. But, with each and every post, it is gravely apparent that I am unable to do this. Music is intimate, the hearing and experience of digesting a song creates a chemical reaction within the hearer. Some writers can discuss a song without talking about the feelings and experiences that either surround the song or that the song invokes. In some way, I envy them. Obviously, I am unable to do this and must infuse the most vulnerable parts of my life when blogging about the music.

I am in the midst of a marriage filled with psychological, financial and spiritual abuse. There, I said it! I don’t believe that I am in any physical danger. But, my marriage is not based on mutual respect and there are few, if any, of my personal boundaries that have not been transgressed on a regular basis. When my in-laws are here, which is at least six months out of the year, each negative situation is fifty times worse than it would be if there were only two adults in the house. Add the fact that, not only am I blind, but have been diagnosed with epilepsy and although my husband’s income is increasing, so are my medical bills. I love staying home with and teaching my children. However, in four months, my youngest will be going to kindergarten all day long. I work part time from home, but the work and pay are spiratic.I’m getting older and find that my memory is not top notch. I am finding it more difficult to learn Arabic or retain information. Is it the stress? Is it the epilepsy? This feels like I am drowning in a lava pit. Yet, I know all of my blessings and privileges.

I only write the above paragraph to be transparent and I hope that the five readers of my blog understand this. Yes, I have five people who have subscribed to my blog. That does not mean that they read it. It just means that an email prompts them to do so. I am also aware that there could be people who stumble upon my blog and do not subscribe. Yet, I understand that this is mostly for me because other people have much more important things to attend to than to read my musings with a litany of songs at the end. I also spoke of my current struggles to give any readers some prospective when they are going through their own difficulties.

I want to also declare that I am aware of my many privileges. I am white. I am well educated. My epilepsy is slight and is concentrated in one area of my brain. This means that I don’t convulse, lose consciousness or lose the ability to control my body’s organs. When I am not taking my medication, I have tremors, sometimes slur my speech and can zone out for a couple of seconds. I am on a low dose of medicine and although expensive, has few side effects for me. I have lived all of my life totally blind, thus, none of my stress is due to my absence of sight. Okay, there are transportation barriers and we all know that the sighted public has put up their share of other barriers. But, these are not new and do not effect me anymore than the average well-adjusted blind person. I have some very supportive and loving family members. I do not worry about my or my children’s physical safety. I get to stay home and spend time with my children. My husband makes an income that will most likely never render us homeless, hungry or hankering for heat. I know that there are many women in situations similar or worse to mine who don’t possess the privileges that I do. I don’t want this post to turn into a novel about my struggles. I’d rather discuss the songs that help me through said struggles.

So, songs that assist one through their struggles, when done respectfully, are essential tools in dealing with difficult situations. Of course, these songs can’t seem like trite sayings and glib clichés that are often expressed by well-meaning outsiders.

Everyone has struggles and faith-based music seeks to address those struggles and encourage you to turn to God or at least a higher power.

Islam is no different. Many of the songs in Islam discuss struggles in terms of Palestinian conflict or addressing third-world hunger. I am not making light of these struggles nor denying their relevance. I just don’t feel like it is my place to discuss them at length.

I have also tried to stay away from those misguided compositions that suggest that our struggles are, somehow, a gift from God and we will be rewarded for them. This sounds too much like a pile of maneur that one uses to fill the aching hole beneath the smile. I understand the desire to comfort or be comforted. I just have a hard time believing that our struggles have either been given by God as tests or will be counted as rewards in the hereafter.

The songs that I have found are a bit more generic and can be applicable to any struggle. I have also omitted the few songs from previous posts. Make me strong by Sami Yusuf, After Hardship comes Ease by Saif Adam, Let it go by Maher Zain, Never Alone by Rashid Bhika and the afore mentioned Ilyas Mao selections are certainly on the top of my list. But, I wanted to find some new ones. You can never have too many survival songs.

Zain Bhikha’s Free reminds us that when we are plummeting, we are still free in Allah and that Allah will be with us. It sounds much more cliché when I write it. My words don’t do the song justice. His voice is always clear and melodic and is balanced with the South African harmonies that we have grown to love. Take a listen.

Here is another selection by Zain Bhikha. It is a more upbeat selection, reminding us to never cease trying. The song is called Get up again.

Human .by Harris J talks about his fears of being alone and feelings of not being enough or satisfied.

Khalid Belrhouzi and Dawud Wharnsby come together to make a masterpiece. Actually, I think that Wharnsby performed it first in English. Then, remade this selection with Khalid Belrhouzi. It is called Silent Sunlight. This is half Arabic and half English. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnVq8otuZyM
If you want an English only version with a children’s choir and an amazing children’s solo at the beginning, check this one out. The child’s range and vocal precision is astounding.

Sami Yusuf’s ballad sounding In Every Tear also reminds us that Allah is always with us and sees each tear we cry.

AN UPDATED BOXCAR, BUT THAT SAME PEACE TRAIN

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It might be trendy, but certainly not new. Pacifism has a history farther back than Jesus, himself.

https://history.howstuffworks.com/historical-events/pacifism2.htm

Peace has always been important to me. I admit that I am a pacifist. Two things that drew me to the Quaker religion was their radical and long standing commitment to peace and their unprogrammed and silent worship. Okay, their positions and actions concerning social justice, their emphasis on integrity and simplicity and the fact that progressive Quakers seemed to be accepting of other religions were also definite factors that made Quakerism a natural and magnetic choice for me.

Focussing on the topic, I believe that violence solves nothing. I don’t believe that we can get along with everyone or that this Utopian society will ever exist. I might concede that occasionally violence is the most expedient or most viable answer. Yet, it is always a short term solution to a much larger problem. I do believe that violence is never a sustainable answer. I recognize that peace without some form of violence is sometimes not attainable, either. But, in most cases, I reach for conflict resolving tactics that will cause the least amount of harm. And, of course, just because a situation did not escalate to violence does not necessarily mean that it is or was peaceful. Violence is not the antithesis of peace. There can definitely be nonviolent nonpeaceful situations.

My commitment to peace does not mean that I believe that a bully should be placated or that peace should be at the expense of respect and dignity. Peace is certainly different than placation.

Sometimes it is just challenging to find peace in my own head. I relish in the peace of the early morning, the peacefulness of children at play, the peace of our home. I am always searching, yearning for a more peaceful existence. I do understand the call to a simple existence of asceticism. It feels pure and most peaceful. I don’t believe that it should be our goal to remain there. But, I understand the pull.

Especially nowadays, it seems that no one understands the finer points of conflict management… … actually, they don’t even understand the definition, much less said finer points. Amidst covid-19, my children seem to be taking the public’s lead. Many times I feel as if they have digressed to a younger age and the lack of sun has resulted in the inability to reason and think. Hmmm, maybe I need to stop teaching school curriculum and stick to conflict management strategies. I know. I know. You are saying that they are just giving me ample opportunity to stop breathe and think. And, hopefully, my example will be emulated.

Yes, I believe that Islam is a peaceful religion when practiced as it was intended. I am not the only one. Check out this NPR spokesperson and acclaimed author, Arsalan Iftikhar’s book on the subject.

I hold that same belief about Christianity. Christians are told to be peacemakers. I do not want to get into a debate with either Christians or Muslims on this subject. I just want to talk about and listen to all of the songs of peace that are written and sung by Muslim artists. Hopefully, I can soak up some of that peace, like I soak up the Colorado sun on a warm summer’s day.

I am, however, leaving out the songs about Unifying under one Umma (community). These often, actually divide the Muslims from the non-Muslims and in some cases, this manipulative call for peace is so that they can take action against those who are not Muslim. I do recognize that there does need to be peace between Sunni and Shia, as well as finding a peaceful existence for those smaller groups like Ahmadis who seem to be targets for the larger Muslim population. However, this call for peace and unity can also be a manipulative divisive tactic. This is the opposite of the intention of this post and for this reason, I have eliminated those types of songs from this post. These are songs specifically about reaching for inner peace, communal peace and being a peace maker. I do admit that some are about proclaiming Peace upon the prophet and I realize that this is certainly different than calling for world or communal peace. Yet, they are worthy to be in my peace category.

As I was listening to a variety of songs about peace from Muslim artists, this track came up by Ahmad Jamal. It is called peace at last and was produced in 1973. Here is a taste of Islamic smooth jazz. I realize that “Islamic Smooth Jazz,” sounds just like “non-Islamic smooth Jazz.” I just wanted to point out that there are definitely prominent Muslim jazz musicians.

Not to digress from the main topic, but if you are looking for more Muslim jazz artists, rest assured, there are plenty. Check out this link to get you started.

I think one of the best songs about Peace was sung both before and after Cat Stevens became Muslim. Even before he converted to Islam in the 1970’s, his “peace train,” was quite popular. I think that this song was my favorite song of his. But, I am not sure that this would qualify because he actually sang the song before he converted to Islam. In any case, if you haven’t heard it, I am sure that you will enjoy it. Then, you can compare to the remake that he and Zain Bhikha performed after he became Muslim.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjUyM_xd6IA Take a listen.

Zain Bhikha took this song and remade it into something even more awesome. Check out he and Yusuf Islam’s collaboration.

Abdullah Rolle talks about finding inner peace. It has quickly become one of my favorite reflective selections.

The song “peace be upon you,” by Maher Zain actually is asking for peace and blessings to be on the Prophet (PBUH), but is an awesome song, in its own right.

Following in that same vain, Raef’s catchy tune,”Peace and Blessings,” should not be overlooked.

Of course, we can’t overlook Dawud Wharnsby’s “A Whisper of Peace.” The vocals and lyrics are refreshing and reflective.

I was not sure if Kareem Salama openly identified as Muslim. The version that I am posting here has a Country western vibe. He was raised in Oklahoma and says that his roots and childhood definitely influences his music. Sure, he had an Arabic (Egyptian, to be exact) name. But, it wasn’t until I saw an interview on the Deen show that I realize that indeed, he identifies as Muslim. I did not want to assume that this was his religious affiliation solely based on his name. Here is a selection called Generous Peace. He even has a more pop style version of this song.

Here is a slightly different version with an Arabic chorus.

RESPECTING THE NURTURER

RAMADAN: DAY 17

It is May10, 2020.

I know that if I were to go to the mosque (Masjid) very few of those women will have had a day off of cleaning and cooking. Especially during Ramadan, women are run ragged cooking and cleaning. Sure, it would be nice if those women got a long slumber during the day, but with today’s working women, that is most likely not the case. Hopefully, since many do not work on Sunday, this will definitely be a great day for them. Now during Covid-19, women are teachers, housekeepers, (sometimes) at home workers, and during Ramadan, do so much more.

Wahhabism is creeping into our mosques, more and more. We are in this weird quagmire where the nonMuslims and western culture celebrates and honors their mothers, but many Muslims don’t. Although, I will tell you that, despite who they want to blame it on, Pakistanis are also celebrating Mother’s day in droves. Those who identify with a western culture and who are also Muslim must choose. Children come home from school with Mother’s Day gifts that are downplayed in Muslim households. We teach our children not to celebrate Mother’s Day and conversely, not to really do something nice for their mother on that day. Last year, my son came home with a mother’s Day gift and … … Yes, I admit that I broke fast to eat peanut butter crackers that he made me for breakfast. This year, my husband actually got up to make the early morning breakfast. My little children made me a card. They are all trying. … Sometimes, sons teach husbands. The love and excitement of my children is so innocent, so sweet and so contagious.

I am a bit down, today, however. I know that there are so many mothers who did not get any gift from their children because these children have not been to school to make them any gift and the husband sees no value in observing a day of respect for mothers. I grieve for all of the children who are in environments where the adults downplay their natural desires to show love and appreciation in such a grandiose way. Sometimes, joy just needs to be expressed in a jubilant way. And, yet, it makes me sad that my sons’ father does not help and take the lead in teaching them appreciation.

Many Muslims shun Mother’s day. I am not sure how this makes sense, after all, heaven is supposed to be under the feet of the mother. Arguments include:

We honor our mothers “every day,” we don’t need nor want only one special day to do it.
It is just a day for commercialism and materialism to reign supreme.
We don’t celebrate non-Muslim holidays.

The justifications to shun Mother’s day fall short of cogent arguments and make the ones spouting these views just look like woman hating antiwestern jerks. And, if we go by their actions, there is definitely truth in that appearance. Although I am certain that it is unnecessary, I give a short response to these arguments.

You can’t possibly honor your mother every day. Life gets in the way. And, understanding misogyny, which seems to be rampid in Muslim circles, I doubt that she feels respected, understood and appreciated. Even if she does, it is nice to say it again. Additionally, if, in fact, you (in general) actually do “honor and appreciate” her every day, then, you would have no problem also performing this most appropriate action today. The rest of the world will now join you in your daily celebration of MOTHERS everywhere. I am not sure how we can religiously propose that doing something nice for one’s mother is haram or forbidden. Muslims are so obsessed and anxious about doing something that is like the Christians that they have not fully thought this thing through. Let’s say that Islam teaches to always respect and appreciate their mothers. Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that, for one day, others are treating their parents like Muslims are taught to do every day of the year? Couldn’t Muslims proclaim that for once, Christians are imitating Muslims? Muslims should be at the forefront of honoring and appreciating one’s mother.
It is not about materialism, although, if we are going to spend money, why not do it on a gift for someone special in one’s life… … as opposed to an electronic for one’s self… … for example. Many times, no one wants to spend money on others and tends to pontificate on capitalism and commercialism. Yet, that subject seems to slip from one’s mind when they are purchasing items for themselves. Besides, it doesn’t have to be about money at all. If one is truly against materialism, forego the gift and serve your mother for the day. Clean the house. Make the meals for the day. Rub your mother’s feet. Plant some nice flowers in the garden. Finish the mountain of house repairs that she has been requesting you to complete. Write and sing her a song or poem. Spend time playing her favorite game or watching her favorite show, etc.
If Muslims really did not want to imitate Christians, they would not join together, eat or pray on their holidays. No gifts would be given during Eid. And, as long as we are going there, they would not circumambulate the Kaba seven times or throw stones at Shayton during the Hajj because, well, Pagans did it first.

I find the arguments on not celebrating selfish, clueless about the heart of the prophet and totally patriarchal. In short, I find them “unislamic,” as I understand Islam. I am aware that I see Prophet Mohamed more of a feminist than most people do. I try to focus on the Prophet’s heart and less on the daily mundane actions (such as sleeping on his right side). I tend to look for the heart of the ruling, as opposed to following the letter of the law, especially when the letter of the law seems to contrast with the intent. Yet, it baffles me as to why Muslims have not taken the lead and said: “Islam teaches us how to love and respect our mothers. Let us show you how it is done.”

We haven’t even touched upon honoring the spiritual growth of mothers or making sure that mothers everywhere feel safe from emotional and physical abuse. We have not talked about understanding the stress that mothers can be under and supporting good mental health for them. Of course, this also includes those women who take on many roles of a mother, even if they do not have any children. I want to give a shout out to the mothers who are estranged from their children or who have had their children pass before they have left this world. And, mothers try their best, but sometimes there is guilt to always make the right decision.We are imperfect and sometimes we don’t make the right decision. This is a day to forget the sadness, guilt and harm.

*I am glad that Muslims are finally expressing their appreciation for their mothers through song. Here is a song from a Muslim who obviously shares my sentiments. It is called #1 for me by Maher Zain.

Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens) has collaborated with Rashid Bhikha and wrote a song called Your Mother. This uplifting children’s song is a good addition to my Mother’s day collection.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D38XO0lOmNE

Sami Yusuf wrote an attribute to his mother, after she passed on.

A Canadian poet and rapper, Ali Islam wrote a spoken word poem called Dear Mother to music. This is a dedication to his mother.

I found Irfan Maki’s song Mama a favorite of my children’s.

Different countries celebrate Mother’s Day on different days. Awakening Records has a mother’s day message for all mothers, no matter when you celebrate, from a group of Muslim Artists.

REFLECTING ON GRATITUDE

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Part of Ramadan is remembering to be thankful. Last year, we had a “Grateful jar,” to encourage my children to remember to be greatful, I unfortunately had to incorporate an extrinsic reward to be enjoyed after Ramadan. We wrote down the things we were grateful for, preferably with the date that we recognized the gratitude. The person who had the most grateful papers got to decide on a field trip of sorts. My husband would not participate. He gave the excuse that he did not have time. I just let it go. When it came to counting the papers, the rest of my family, the three other adults, did not want to go on the field trip of sorts. Excuses were made and trips were canceled. It was a major let down for everyone. Hence, no one wants to participate this year.

So, it is super difficult to teach gratitude this year. The only thing that I can do is to be the best example. And, I admit that it is doubly hard when gratitude is used as a weapon of manipulation. When gratitude is used to make one feel indebted to another. When someone does something for the sole purpose of ingratiating themselves or exaggerating their contributions to make the other feel guilty, it feels counterproductive to even practice a regular recognition of gratitude.

https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s12144-019-00330-w

And, after reading this quite secular, yet intellectual poignant article, I feel a bit better about my children’s reluctance to display gratitude. I mean, forcing gratitude is insincere and does not really make one grateful. Yet, there were no suggestions on how to battle the entitled attitude that seems to prevail when gratitude is ignored. I guess I am conflicted about how to cultivate real gratitude without inducing guilt, encouraging lethargy or elevating inauthentic sincerity.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-homework-myth/201807/the-overselling-gratitude

I have realized that more than listing everything that I think they should be grateful for, I want them to be observant and introspective. I want to help them develop a habit of observing what is going on around them, understanding how events have shaped their lives and mustering up sincere gratitude when it is warranted. Yes, I want them to appreciate those gifts and blessings that are given. I want my children to be appreciative of what they have without having their gratitude exploited for someone else’s gain. I don’t want gratitude to turn into complacency and dampen any goal that they might want to reach. Gratitude should not be the weapon used to keep them toting the status quoe for the benefit of someone else. Of course, at the other extreme, I don’t want them to be entitled or perpetually discontent, either. It is important for them to be critical thinkers. I want my children to be as resourceful as possible and that is quite challenging when you are thinking with your frontal lobe. I want them to be clear headed enough to find a way to extract a lesson from some unfortunate life circumstances or have the fortitude to make a bad situation better when possible. It is good to smile in the face of diversity. No, I don’t want them to become complacent or entitled. No, I don’t want anyone to make them feel guilty for not being gracious enough. No, I don’t want anyone exploiting their appreciation. No, I don’t want them to feel grateful for toting the status quoe.

All that said, songs of gratitude do help me center my own emotions and remind me of what is truly important. Thus, I am posting some of my favorites, here.

Shukran Allah by Nazeel Azami is a song in mostly Hindi. Until YouTube, I did not know that it was a slightly changed cover composed by the duo Salim-Sulaiman. Nazeel’s version is beautiful with a classical piano beginning. The chorus makes it singable for native English speakers.

Next is a piece of art with great harmonious acoustics on a natural feeling percussive backdrop. The song is titled Thank you Allah by Raihan

Many times Alhamdulillah is used to show gratitude to Allah. Maher Zain is thanking Allah for never leaving his side, even when he was not practicing his faith. The song is called Alhamdulillah, but some have it listed as Thank you Allah.

I can’t resist the duo of Cat Stevens and Zain Bhikha. I’ll overlook this reference to the big bad devil, Shaytan, to listen to this gem. The song is called Give Thanks to Allah.

THE PERFECT PRAYER — MOVING TOWARD SUBMISSION

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Prayer accompanied with movement has the ability to be so inspiring. Muslim prayers are called Duas. I admit, I have not learned the prayer nor the sequence of movements. It touches the heart when someone is not saying their duas robotically and with expression. I do admit that I don’t understand all of the Arabic. There are translations of the prayers, however. First, my memory is getting worse. Remembering a set of movements along with the words and their accompanying definitions, as well as when to change positions seems like a daunting task in the best of circumstances. I have not felt comfortable with my husband teaching me and I would have to repeat it … … let’s say five times every day to get it down perfect. I don’t want to tattle on my husband and his prayer is his own business. Yet, I don’t think that he would have the commitment to teach five times a day. And, then, there is the Arabic. I have thought that once my son learns it, we can do it together. He won’t have any of that toxic masculinity to contend with and we can pray, talk and discuss together.

Here is the thing about prayer, though. I don’t feel comfortable asking God/Allah for anything. I don’t believe that my litany of demands should be at the top of any supreme being’s list. God/Allah knows what I want, anyway. It isn’t like Allah is unknowing about my heart and/or wishes. I don’t want to treat prayer like a trip to the vending machine. So many people do this or approach prayer in this way. I am sure that there are people who have more pressing requests. If I pray for anything it would be the ability to understand and accept life as it is. I feel a bit uncomfortable praying for healing, wealth or something that others don’t have. I could get with prayer for its meditative benefits or just to display my gratitude. Most prayers that start with praising Allah just to ask for something, seem to be too manipulative and greedy. I don’t believe in “hell fire,” so the “protect me from hell fire,” just does not sound authentic for me. Besides, it sounds too much like a passive get out of jail free card. If I believed in Hell as an all-consuming fire, I’d do my best to try to avoid it, not sin whenever I can and then just pray for protection. Furthermore, if I am just praying for Allah to give me things and/or protection from my own consequences, I sound like a spoiled child. Although I don’t agree with asceticism, I can agree with and understand the Sufi Rabia Al Adawiyya when she says

“If I worship Him out of fear of the Fire,
Or out of love for His Garden,

I would be like a hireling.”

And

“O Lord, if I were to worship you out of desire
For Your Paradise, then deny it to me.

But if I worship you through Your Love,
Then do not deny me Your Everlasting Beauty.”

Rabi’a al ‘Adawiyya

So, I admit to having lots of triggers and strange notions around prayer. Yet, I also confess that I want to be more peaceful and reflective in making decisions. I am a bit envious of those who have learned all of the prayers and seem to effortlessly flow through prayer with their body and their heart. Using your body and your heart to worship feels more authentic than just sitting or kneeling for prayer.

One day, I’ll learn to pray. If you want to see the prayer, check out this demonstration.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFuVaM698es

Being honest, though, I will never pray with my husband. First, his prayers seem too ritualistic for me. Not only would I constantly wonder if he was critiquing and making notes, I know that he would have that arrogant superior attitude that one gets when they believe that they have more knowledge than you. I am not far off base with this one. He gets that same attitude when we talk about computers or money or Islam in general. Second, there are way too many power struggles in this house for him to be the leader in an act that we might engage in five times a day. I would not be comfortable and my heart would learn to resent prayer. I don’t want him anywhere near any act of submission of mine, nor do I want him understanding all of my vulnerabilities. I understand all about marriage and I know what any sane happily married person is thinking. But, I know where my boundaries lie. I must protect myself. Third, I want prayer to be a transforming act. It does not seem to transform my husband at all. This is the exact opposite of what I want to happen. So, even if we did pray together, we would be hoping for vastly different experiences and I believe, like almost everything else, it would turn into something that was contaminated by an emphasis on the ritualistic nature of prayer and someone’s desire to inflate their ego. In this type of environment, I fear that I would still be yearning for something more refreshing and authentic.

It is highly unlikely that I would pray in public with a group of people. I don’t want to be judged for getting something wrong. It is human nature to criticize and scrutinize. I have been scrutinized at the masjid for not covering properly. That inch of hair that peeked out from the top of my forehead had to be dealt with immediately… okay, it was more like three inches. Still, I don’t like being on display, anyway. My anxiety would cancel out any focus that I might want to have on the prayer. Not only would I be preoccupied with the motions, the words, the timing and the others around me, but I would have the additional worry about my head scarf falling off of my head. Besides, I admit to being more comfortable in the role of Christian wife, at the mosque, because there are far less expectations about how I should behave or what I should say. There are too many expectations and there is too much judgment for me to ever pray at a masjid. Nope, that is not my idea of a God-centered worship. So, maybe I’ll untangle all of these strands, one day. That day is not today. I will be content to respond with my heart and find music that conveys the words that I might wish to utter someday. Until then, here are some selections that discuss prayer. I hope that you find them soul centering.

Here is Ani Zonneveld, a song writer and president of MPV (Muslims for progressive Values)

http://www.mpvusa.org

Performing an English hymn-like version of the first sura, Al Fatiha. This helps me understand the prayer.

Dawud Wharnsby reminds us to pray five times a day. This is more of a children’s selection, but I really enjoy this song for its acappella style, simplicity and naturistic feel.

As long as we are talking about children learning the prayers, Zaky helps the children learn when and how to pray. The song is called My Five daily prayers.

Labayk performs a great piece called WE Pray together. and this is a great addition to my collection. I am glad that I found this gem.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WB0-2lBl5c

Switching gears a bit, Khalid Siddiq tells why he is praying his five daily.

Abdullah Rolle’s Establish the Prayer is haunting and definitely belongs on this post about prayer.

Hamza Robertson sings about the importance of making every prayer. I put it last because I am conflicted about whether I actually like it. Depending on my mood, I can find it a bit judgmental and guilt inducing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyN2iZ5okiI

TALKING TO MY LONELY MUSLIMS/MUSLIMAS

RAMADAN Day 3

[I wrote this on Day 3, but apparently, my WordPress editing skills are not proficient. My apologies. I will try to fix any post that seems off kilter or unreadable].

I often wonder how many lonely Muslims are out there. I don’t mean lonely like I don’t have a mate, but I mean lonely like yearning for relationships and community that they don’t have especially during this Ramadan season. Or maybe they are lonely because they feel as if their ideas and opinions are far too outside of the mainstream and they aren’t accepted by Muslims. I know there are many, but since they live on the fringes of society, they still feel isolated.

Ramadan during Corona is a challenge for most Muslims. I get that. I know, for me, this is just a normal part of Ramadan. My experience is only partly due to the fact I’m blind, female, white and associate closely with Christianity. Although all of these factors do contribute in different ways. The first two, I believe holds the most weight.

I admit to having unrealistic expectations when I began attending a mosque. I hoped to bond with other Muslims because I rationalized that they, too, had been misunderstood and/or minorities in a culture that neither understood them nor took them seriously. I had hoped to develop a family support system of people who were diverse in nature and understanding of our challenges. After all, some of these people did not have their close family nearby. I hoped to become that family. In some ways, I thought that I would be able to relate. My expectations were disappointingly high.

Muslims often say that they are much more diverse, as a group and they are much better at racially and nationally integrating than the regular society. Look at almost any church in America and you will see the homogeneity of its members. Most churches are definitely segregated at least along racial and national lines. And, to this, Muslims have a few accurate points.

Yes, many mosques do inhabit people of different backgrounds and different nationalities. Step into any mosque and they will proclaim that any nationality, any race, any person is welcome. People from many different socioeconomic backgrounds attend. There are old and young, an interesting racial mix, etc. While I have, unfortunately, seen a few predominantly south Asian mosques pop up, for the most part, mosques seem to be filled with a variety of people. Yes, at any time when food is being served, you can almost count on the fact that there will be lots of different ethnic dishes present. It feels like going to an international food fest. Yes, when you stand shoulder to shoulder for prayer, you could be standing next to people from different countries. I have personally met Muslims from Afghanistan, Algeria, Bangladesh, Bosnia, Canada, China, Egypt, England, France, Gambia, India, Jamaica, Jerusalem, Kenya, KSA, Lebanon, Nigeria, Pakistan, Palestine, Russia, Scotland, Sierra Leone, Somalia, Spain, Sudan, Turkey and of course, America. I admit, some of them I have met in a taxi, going to the mosque. I have also met many second or third generation immigrants who understand straddling the cultural divide. Sometimes my children and I will play the game How many can you find? This is where we go to the Mosque and if no one is really talking to us, we make a category like, place of origin, color of head scarf or with/without children and see how many people that we can find to fall into these categories. Of course, we have to talk to people to ask them where they are from. I tell them that my children are doing a geography project. If anyone sees me at the mosque and reads this blog, I’m busted. My children don’t want to play this game much anymore because they are getting older and just want to run with friends when they go to the mosque.

You are encouraged to say “salaam” after the prayers to specifically the person to the right and left of you, but generally to everyone. Yes, the Muslim place of worship in America or the UK is most likely filled with different languages, different cultures, different accents and different styles of dress. So I guess, in some ways, you can give a high-five for consistent exposure to other cultures. But this doesn’t mean that people of different backgrounds or different ethnicities interact much out of that setting or even within that setting except for the prescribed rituals. I have been to enough mosques to safely note the trend of migrating toward one’s native language. On the occasion that I have arrived early, I have observed Arabs congregating in a far corner, Pakistanis congregating to my right and East Africans congregating to my left. In the corner might be a small group of Caribbean’s. Usually the Americans do not make their own group, they try to blend in with whatever group their friend or husband is. What about white converts that have neither? Good question. There is a special section for them. They go to invisible after their trophy status wears off. The exception to this is the African American group who has their own distinct clique. Maybe they are descendants of NOI (Nation of Islam), maybe not. There cohesion is fierce, however. Despite what the Prophet commands, racism is rampid within the Muslim community and they know it. I am just too lazy to post links to podcasts from Muslims to prove it.

My husband is a proud Pakistani. I don’t fit into the Pakistani clique for four distinct reasons. I don’t speak enough Urdu or Punjabi. I am not very conservative. I am not obsessed with my appearance (no ornate outfits, no jewelry and no makeup) and, yes, I have a disability.

The mosque is filled with little cliques and clusters of people. There are, of course, some who do not fit into any clique or cluster. I am one of those people. With at least a foot of space to either side of me, I usually sit quietly and see if I can pick out any words from the many female voices. On the rare occasion that someone speaks to me, the interaction is brief. Okay, I understand that many are not fluent English speakers. I also understand that they don’t know what to say. They believe that we could not have much in common, so after the perfunctory salaams have been said, people aren’t sure if they want to continue a conversation. It isn’t like I’ll compliment them on their outfit. And, they assert that it is unlikely that I brought something to contribute to the Iftar. Once someone was even publically praised and insured that they would get a great reward for speaking to the blind person. Luckily, I had fasted that day. Had I more in my stomach, I would have regurgitated in my mouth… … YUCK… … as if I wanted this to be my first taste of the evening.

Prayer is different. Everyone stands in a line to pray. You must come into contact with others. You are all saying and doing the same things at the same time. It feels like you are one unifying body, rising and prostrating to praise Allah. Therefore, even though prayer can be a very solidifying event, it is often contrasted by social isolation.

One subject on my soapbox is gender segregation so I’m not going to say too much about it here except to point out that it certainly doesn’t foster family cohesion and different families actually becoming acquainted with each other or hanging out beyond the Mosque. My husband has several friends from every mosque that he has attended. Their friendships don’t operate exactly how I might want my friendships to operate. But, he is satisfied with them. Not only have I rarely met these people, I have nothing in common with their wives and don’t talk to them at all. I don’t see them as a family and they don’t meet with us as a family.

And we can’t forget the aspect of disability. Many disabled Muslims report not going to pray at a place of worship because frankly it’s not physically or culturally accessible. I’m really not trying to blast other cultures here. But frankly, disability is certainly less understood in cultures that are not western. The disabled person is rarely seen as an equal and integral part of a community. I’m not just talking about the vessel for charity or the constant reminder that someone, somewhere could have things a lot worse than you do. Thus, gratitude is in order. I am talking about integrating the disabled person into the community as a valid, contributing and whole member.

And then, there’s the whole western convert thing. Sometimes, people are anti-western and/or display some hostility toward Christians. This affects many converts because not only are many of them western, but they either could have been Christian or have Christian family members. Sometimes people see their identity as Muslim synonymous with Antiwestern or antichristian. I am not saying that skepticism of either Christian practices or Western ideology should not exist. However, it should not be the main factor of an identity or a religion.

I haven’t even touched on progressive issues or theology or LGBTQI issues. If you are either LGBTQI yourself or affirming, if you don’t subscribe to Nouman Ali Khan videos, if you don’t cover as much as possible, if you don’t have a distain for dogs, if you have not adopted antiquated Arab customs, if you haven’t developed a superior attitude toward those who are not Muslim, if you don’t support the Tablighi and their practices, it will exacerbate a Muslim or Muslimas’ loneliness and feelings of depression at a time when others are planning, congregating and fellowshipping.

My point, Ramadan can be really lonely for those people who don’t look act or seem to be culturally Muslim. So, I’m on a quest for a lonely Muslim song. I have not found any lonely song that is in English. So, these selections will have to suffice.

Ilyas Mao talks about struggling and rising amidst his constant challenges. Of course, those challenges might not be loneliness, but this selection called Rise Up does give me hope.

I am not complaining, but I think that Ilyas has a phoenix fetish because he also performs this song called Still I Rise.

Even though this song is not about being lonely, exactly, Saif Adam’s after hardship comes ease could certainly soothe a lonely heart.

The lonely echoes of Zain Bhikha’s FREE reminds us of the solace of surrender when being submerged into the abyss of sorrow.

Love can save a life is a moving ballad by Rashid Bhikha reminding us of the power of love during our darkest times. Rashid is certainly carrying on his father’s legacy of soulful ballads. Zain and Rashid’s voice are almost identical.

Here is another by Rashid Bhikha called Never Alone. This is particularly apt during Corona Ramadan.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YPn6ao4_8A

MAKING MY OWN MARVELOUS MUSIC DISPENSARY

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This is day #10 of Ramadan. In some ways, it feels so long. Yet, it feels like I am not taking each and every opportunity to practice good habits and teach them to my children. Ramadan in covid-19 should be more peaceful. It should be more family oriented. It just isn’t, somehow. Just thinking about it summons the disappointment, guilt and frustration. There is no enthusiasm to make Ramadan decorations, no desire to give Zakat and no slipping strips of paper into kind jars. There is more praying, more practicing of suras, but less laughter.

When I moved to a state where Marijuana was recreationally legal, I found it a bit odd, at first, for people to be so open about their activities and the dispensary that they frequented most. I understood that many people would use it to self medicate. And, before I get all judgmental about that, I had to admit that I, too, can self medicate in a different way.

At the risk of summoning the haram police because I am admitting that music is being used to manipulate my mood, I’ll confess it, right now. I realize that I need to create my own “music dispensary” for the times when I need a bit of assistance with our emotional regulatory practices, especially in Covid-19 lockdown. Our house could use a bit of reflection and euphoria.

I remember last year, I was still on a high about the start of Ramadan, far less, this year. It doesn’t actually have to do with the direct effects of social distancing. There are actually many things that I don’t miss about Ramadan, being excluded is certainly one of them. The indirect effects, however, are playing out in our house. One angry day turns into two frustrated days, three exasperated days, four guilty days and then five depressive days. Joy comes in small whisps nestled in between boredom, fighting, lethargy, power struggles, complaining, stubborn refusals and food addictions.

Last year, at this time, my youngest was asking me to play Ramadan music at least ten times a day. I happily obliged. He loves the Ramadan selections. We would walk to the bus stop, get on a train and eventually find our way to the Mosque. The exercise improved our mood. Even though going to the mosque made a very late night and I did not feel at home within its walls, my children’s enthusiasm was infectious. And, this was despite the shenanigans of the nameless family members who are abroad this Ramadan. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe something else. But, last year, I found myself getting up more in the early morning to read Quran. I found somewhere to experience occasional peace. Maybe the upcoming warmer Ramadan mornings will give me the opportunity to do this.

Our household is not filled with energy and excitement, but it is not filled with reflective peace and calm, either. I thought that I could use some of this music to change this snowballing funk that has enveloped the entire household. .

My husband is the youngest old man that I know. He does not like noise… … or messes … … or board games… … or unbridled enthusiasm… or … … … Anyway, it is hard to play the music when he has such a dislike for it. Besides, he does work during the day. So, loud fast music is not appropriate background noise.

Yet, we need energy and not because some of us in this house are fasting; not because of Covid-19. But, just **BECAUSE** we need it. So, here are some energetic songs to hopefully keep your Ramadan upbeat. I have tried not to duplicate any songs, so if my list is small, check out my previous posts for more uplifting music.

One of the most energetic Ramadan songs comes from Deen Squad. My children love this song. It is called Madina. It is a cover or remake of Havana.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnHqU6clIBU

Showcasing Deen Squad’s versatility, this Justin Beber cover is a hit with my children. The song is called Ramadan.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDW6EvrRC3w

The previous song is not to be confused with Ramadan Kareem, also performed by Deen Squad.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEKChtvbiBc

I know that you are saying, “Are you on Deen Squad’s payroll? ” Fair enough! Let’s continue with Native Deen’s Ramadan is Here.

Not only because it is a great song, but … … Who doesn’t love a little turkey bacon during Sohoor? Sure, I am trying to eat healthier, which obviously does not include salty processed meat. Yet, I love that they admitted that they eat Turkey bacon during Sohoor. That is so deliberately American at a time when people are encouraged to change their culture (food, dress, norms, etc.) as they practice the non-dominant religion. Yes, arabizing converts is definitely a thing. And, I have to respect that they are being so openly progressive in at least two areas: their decision to make Muslim Music and their eating of turkey bacon. !

The last verse is my favorite.

Saif Adam’s Candle is just an upbeat positive song that is in my regular rotation of energetic music.

Irfan Maki sings a celebratory song that could be used for birthdays or Eid, but I am posting it here, because it gets us going. There is an Arabic and English version of this song. Loosely translated, Mabrook means congratulations. Here is the English version.

Harris J gets my children singing every time with Salam Alaikum. I think that they believe that they will look like him when they grow up. It is strange. But, apparently, they feel like he is relatable.

* Whenever it is just too difficult and we need a laugh. Mark the Shark has a Ramadan song that is a bit annoying, lame and silly, all at once. It gets kids laughing and out of their grumpy mood. I have even heard my husband doing the “doot doo doo doo doo,” part.

HIPHOP ON THE BAN WAGON

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This idea and the consequential decision might be discriminatory or judgmental. Let me work through it. I am going to admit it anyway so that we might have a discussion about it and/or maybe process through this line of thought.

I have been reluctant to showcase celebrities, in this case, hiphop artists as Muslim. I think that some Islamic organizations go too far in claiming that famous people are actually Muslim. I believe in one God and that the Prophet was a great messenger (possibly the last). I believe in meditative prayer and that one should submit to God/Allah. Does that make me Muslim? Okay… … Maybe. … … Maybe it doesn’t. Others have clear definitions and I admit to being a fence straddler on this one.

There is also an affiliation… a kind of nationalism, an anti-western kind of mindset that by default seems to choose Islam, not for what it *is, but for what it *isn’t. I get that the issue of conversion is complicated. There are usually multiple reasons that one converts to another faith. Most of the time, conversions are not solely based on theology. Sometimes, they are based on social or emotional factors that either are the catalyst or confirm what a person believes theologically.

Of course, I am fully aware that I don’t get to tell anyone what their faith is or how to practice it. I should not be judging people’s beliefs and deciding which box they fall into. And, truth be told, I feel a bit hypocritical doing so, considering my progressive stance on many issues. Yet, sometimes, it feels……disingenuous to accept that some artists have authentically converted to Islam. When we factor in the status of a celebrity, it further diminishes a credible authentic conversion story. Sometimes it seems that both sides have ulterior motives. The celebrity wants to distance him/herself from American patriotism and Christianity which has certainly done their fair share of subjugation. Maybe they want to connect with ancestors whom they feel were most certainly Muslim. Islam gives them a framework of being religious and moral (because (for them) atheism or agnosticism just screams materialist/corporatist/immoral) and who doesn’t want a faith community to belong to? So, they replace Christianity with Islam and call it a day.

Muslim organizations want to flaunt the celebrity’s conversion as proof of the purity and attractiveness of the religion, as well as a confirmation of their own beliefs. The artist becomes the trophy convert.

Yes, I admit, I judged Mos Def, Big Daddy Kane, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes and Ice Cube. I am certain they won’t see this blog and even if they do, my opinion is irrelevant to them. I am aware that I am wrong for doing so. I am conflicted about doing so, yet, still feel that nag not to jump on the trophy display ban wagon. So, for now, I won’t profile any of them on this blog. And, while it does seem a bit unfair, as if they aren’t “Muslim enough” to be profiled, it isn’t like I am damaging any careers. Besides, the desire of this post is to highlight Muslim artists that sing obviously Allah inspired songs that target the Muslim audience specifically. And, I would love to highlight the lesser known Muslim artist. I admit that I have more to work through before delving into these crossover artists and will probably revisit them at some time in the foreseeable future

All that said, I have just now come to the realization that I have not judged Cat Stevens or David Wharnsby so harshly. Is this my racial bias? Should I do more self-evaluation on this topic? Am I not judging them as harshly because they have been Muslim for such a long time? Am I not judging Cat Stevens and David Wharnsby so harshly because they feel more like the Muslim that I would be if I openly declared myself as such? Couldn’t they have inauthentic motives as well? Could they also be attention seeking or accept Islam for the exoticism of a less common religion with an absolute set of rules? Couldn’t Muslims also lift them up as convert trophies? Just because I am leaving these questions in the air does not mean that they have left my mind. I will work through my thoughts and revisit this topic.

For information on Muslim rappers that is not found on Wikipedia, check out these links.

https://www.xxlmag.com/news/2016/06/muslim-rappers/

This next link is not very inaccessible and the English is questionable. But, if you are just looking for names to put into a YouTube search, you have come to the right place.

https://www.last.fm/tag/islamic+rap/artists

Or, you might like this site which is, honestly, equally inaccessible with a screen reader, yet, I am sure has some great information, if one can actually read it. At least, it boasts to have lots of information, which is why I am reluctantly adding it here.

https://www.ranker.com/list/best-muslim-rappers/ranker-hip-hop?page=2

I will admit, however, to my limited knowledge, none of these sites listed above even mention Deen Squad, Mona Haydar, The Brothahood, Native Deen, Kareem Ibrahim, So, for this reason, I’m going to talk about the lesser known hiphop Muslim artists that are continuously overlooked. BTW, Thanks to Scoop Umpire for broadening my horizons, although most of their artists are, indeed, Arab, yet do not sing about Islam. I am well aware that Muslim and Arab are not synonymous terms. But, I had to start the search somewhere.

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In the spirit of HipHop, the female duo, Poetic Pilgrimage has paired up with Raggo Zulu to perform Rebel Anthem. They are more spoken word poets than hiphop artists, at least that is what they say. And, I get that this selection is not actually on the topic of Ramadan.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PamsjbUyb8M it is worth checking out their other spoken word titles.

Khalil Ismail also collaborates with Zain Bhikha and other artists to perform such soulful tunes as sometimes, Heartbeat, and one God. However, this surprising rap by Khalil Ismail is certainly rising in popularity around our house. “99 names of Allah,”

Mohammed Yahya has partnered with many artists, however, this one with Khaled Siddiq “Masha Allah,” is one of my favorites.

Native deen performs a variety of R&B, as well as more hiphop selections. While I certainly enjoy La Bayk, and their version of Tala al Badru Alayna, here is an interesting rap that I find myself playing more than once during a playlist cycle. Small Deeds, by Native Deen was one of my favorites long before I was looking for strictly Islamic music.

The song artist Omar Esa has collaborated with Rapper Belal Islam to make a cover of where is the Love, originally performed by the black-eyed peas.

The Brothahood, a group of Australians sing Friend or Foe to talk about family members and/or friends who just have not seen the light. In one vein, it feels a bit judgmental. Still, I can appreciate the soul searching aspect of distancing one’s self from temptation and/or toxic friends and family.

Rapper Kareem Ibrahim collaborates with many artists to make some inspiring music. One such inspirational song is changes with Waheeb Nasan. Yes, it is a cover. The lyrics are on point, however.

Abu Nurah has many selections about Islam and social justice issues. While many of them are great for hip hop reflection, one stands out as an upbeat piece that is not too heavy for my children. This is a catchy rap called My People. You can’t help but sing the chorus over and over again.

I really appreciate Deen Squad tackling some social justice and very sensitive topics with their song about the “Haram police.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylFYas_8ENk

But don’t forget to check out their other songs such as Pray in Peace, Medina, Ramadan and Ramadan Kareem.

And, since we are talking about social issues that really effect Muslims, why not include Mona Haydar’s Barbarians, Wrap my Hijab, and Suicide Doors. The last selection is linked here. This is especially befitting since Covid-19.

The group from Germany, Islamic Force takes me back to old school hip hop with their selection It Doesn’t matter where you are from.

I should mention that there is a serious Arabic hiphop scene of rappers who rap in Arabic. I did not include them here because it is difficult to do so when I can’t evaluate them on their lyrics. Did I miss any artists and/or songs that you think should be included? Drop me a line and let me know.

LOVING AND LEARNING… … LANGUAGES AND LYRICS

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I said that I was not going to bombard this blog with Arabic songs that might be melodious in nature, but have no meaning to the reader. For the most part, I will hold to that promise. However, we also must talk about the Quran, language and music.

First, let’s talk about the Quran. Everyone knows that the Quran was written in Arabic. This is not because Arabic is the most superior language. It is just the language that the prophet spoke and the language that most of the companions spoke. It would have been strange and ineffective to reveal the Quran in any other language.

There are key Islamic words and phrases (Yes, Arabic phrases) that everyone who listens to music by Muslim artists should know.

To learn some basic vocabulary, check out these links.

Basic Vocabulary about Muslims and their Faith

And here is a link for some Islamic expressions.

A List of Common Islamic Expressions

Here is a more comprehensive link.

http://newmuslimessentials.com/glossary-of-words-and-phrases.html

I use to love languages and received high marks in Spanish. That was the only language offered at my school. Language was intertwined with culture and I was deeply interested in both. I use to think that I was reasonably good at it. When I married, I embarked on a journey to learn my husband’s language. It is not Arabic, but there are commonalities. I imagined that I could learn his native language and we both could eventually learn Arabic together. My first kernel of wisdom came quickly. Knowing a thing does not mean that you “are” or “want to be” a good teacher. At one time, I was up to 75 known verbs (Urdu conjugation for the present, present participle and past included), at least thirty adjectives, understood the differences between male and female and I could have small conversations. And, then I went to Pakistan. My husband’s family either genuinely *could* not… …or *acted* as if they could not understand me. I was crushed. This, with the fact that I could not find a good teacher delayed my language learning. I did have a good teacher at the beginning, “thanks Fatima P K.” But, our lives became busy with children and I believe that she noticed that my familial situation was not going to be conducive for productive and continuous learning. My in-laws still don’t understand a word that I am saying, whether it be English or Urdu. They seem to rarely understand a word that I speak in either language. So, I admit that something that I really like is now surrounded by trauma and triggers. I’m working on it.

I didn’t/don’t want either me or my children just to memorize the language. My memory is not that good, anyway, at least not as of late. But, I want a relationship with the language. I want to find someone who will support and give me one-on-one guidance. I want to speak and listen to a couple of people. I need to know that I am making progress. If my sentences bore the individual, this learning process is stalled. My husband is busy and teaching is not necessarily his passion. My in-laws do not want to teach me the language, either. Honestly, they might not have the capability. But, I also think that there is joy in knowing that one can talk freely about another without that person actually understanding what they are saying. Thus, it has been forever stalled.

My child is taking Arabic classes at a Masjid. I must admit, I am not impressed with the Arabic learning that has been offered. After four years, he is still learning letters and while he might know some prayers or verses from the Quran, the only value he could add to a conversation in Arabic is the greeting “aasalaamu alaikum.” I do admit that I am not that involved in his learning process. Thus, I do take some responsibility for his delayed learning. This just fills me with guilt, but has not helped me to move forward in this learning process. I saw a comprehensive Montessori system of learning Arabic. My husband does not want to spend the money. I really want to amerce myself in this curriculum. Since Covid-19, we are doing our Arabic lessons online and my husband is helping him learn the suras (verses) of the Quran. It is still slow going. Right now, the motivation for A is that he is in an introductory class with much smaller children. He wants to be with his friend, Adam. My husband is correct in some way, I’d have a hard time teaching Montessori Arabic. But, if I could get a few parents to teach it with me, it might work. I have lots of ideas for fun games, letter puzzles and interactive learning opportunities. I have put out some feelers, but no one seems interested. I received a recommendation for an Arabic teacher, but I think that I overwhelmed her by asking too many questions about the curriculum and wanting to be UBER involved in the learning process. It was that, or the fact that I divulged my blindness and wanted to talk about making the curriculum accessible so that I could help my child learn. I admit to being a bit too intense sometimes. I am working on *not* being so overwhelming for people. I confess to being passionate about education and the learning process. I have looked for **fun** online Arabic classes. Again, there is a money flow problem. Anyway, Montessori learning and/or interactive game learning is just not happening.

I am perfectly aware of all of the language learning software that is available from various public libraries. I need more one-on-one assistance. Besides, when it comes to Arabic, I don’t have anyone to speak it with. Some blind friends say that Duolingo is accessible. I tried, but they wanted me to find the correct Arabic letter. That was not very accessible on the phone. Yet, I should look at it, again. These sound like excuses. So, I will continue my efforts to learn. Besides, what is the alternative?

I know Americans who have said that they heard the recitation of the Quran and was instantly spellbound. This was not the case for me. Yet,

I admit that when I hear certain songs, I am instantly enthralled, even if I do not understand the lyrics. I have already showcased the song by Ben Ammi called “The glorified ninety-nine names of the prophet.” I would love to learn how to sing this one. If I could do the call to prayer and Ben Ami’s song, I’d really feel accomplished. Additionally, I have discussed the marvelousness of “Tala al Badru Alayna,” before, so I will not rehash that discussion. However, if you have not read the post, please go back and do so. The links are worth the few minutes. The post is called, “A Lunar look at Ramadan.”

Music, I find is different. It can elicit thoughts and emotions, even if I can’t understand the language. Of course, there have been a few times when I was fooled into thinking that a song was beautiful. Then, when it was translated, the lyrics demoted the song to “just okay” status. It is likely that if any of these songs were properly translated into English, I might find that they hold some Wahhabist views that I would find distasteful. However, I am going on the assumption that they do not and, for that reason, they speak to either me or my children. All that said, here are some other listen worthy selections. I’ll probably put more selections that talk about Ramadan in other languages on the blog, when I talk about different cultures and their celebrations of Ramadan. Take a listen to these.

Haddad Alwi’s tranquil I’diroof is a spellbound piece with an elegant piano introduction.

Another selection by Haddad Alwi is Salam Ramadan. This duet with Gita Gitawa is inspiring.

A song that gets many artists adding their own flare is “Solatuwasalam.” Here is a version by Raihan that stands out for its acappella harmonies.

Raef has a southern inspired version called “Southern Salawat,”

La Ilaha ill Allah by Mohammed Haars made me cry the first time I heard it. The beautiful children’s voices are featured on the selection.

For a more hiphop/pop version, check out this one by Nadeem Mohammed.

Awakening Records has produced this song “Kun Anda” by Humood Khudder. This song makes me want to snap my fingers and smile every time I hear it. It is also featured in Raef’s “Price Tag.”

Illahi teri chaukhat par by Junaid Jamshed is a wonderful peaceful meditative selection. This artist grew much more conservative in his later years. That is a travesty. Still, I like this piece.

Sami Yusuf’s “Asmaa Allah,” is a great example of a song with a vulnerable crescendo transforming to a strong Allah Akbar ending.

Esmaani by Hamza Namira has a strong percussion base with a memorable melody.

Keep me true, sung by Hamood Khuddir was one of the first Islamic Nasheeds that I heard during Ramadan. In 2012, we had just moved into a new house and I was still nursing my, now, seven-year-old. This was one of the first that I put on my playlist.

Maher Zain and Irfan Maki come together to sing an inspiring “Allahi Allah Kiya Karo.” My children and I get this song stuck in our head and sing it all day long.

Nashtesh Belena,” is another song by Maher Zain which is peacefully performed in Arabic

Are there more? Do you have a song that speaks to you? Please respond with your favorites.

HEARING THE CALL

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As we know, Muslims pray at least five times a day. The call to prayer is called the “Azan” or “Adan” or “Athan.” The difference between these words depends on a slight difference in pronunciation of the first consonant in the word. Our child’s name is “Azaan,” which sounds the same, just spelled differently. The meaning is the same. We tried the double A in the middle in the hopes that people will pronounce it as we intended it to be pronounced. We pronounce it like “Amazon,” without the middle syllable.

The person who calls the prayer is called the Muesin. The Muesin is usually male. Apparently Muesins in Istanbol get paid and take their job seriously.

There are many converts who report that when they heard the call to prayer, they instantly felt peace and were mesmerized. I was not one of them. The call to prayer left me confused by the lyrics and disoriented by the melody. I offended my husband when I compared it to a “song.” Even though no Muslim will categorize it as a song, I found that people call the prayer differently. Some draw out notes longer than others. Some start the call in a higher key. Some muesins say certain words quickly and some do not. Even the tune or melody can be modified. I am not sure if this variation is due to geographical location, specific school of fiq, suni verses Shia, etc. It would be interesting to find out. And, while I did not find the answer to this specific question, my research did prove to take me to places that I had never known existed. I found out much more than I thought that I would about the call to prayer and the different arrangements. I do confess, I don’t have any research subscriptions and most of my research has been done with Google.

Here is a reenactment from “The message,” about how the first call to prayer might have gone. I actually like this a bit more than some of the ones that are on the Azan apps.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwoM64-a4rg have

For me, I wanted to find a call to prayer that I could understand with my western ear and recite with my western tongue. [side note: I still can’t recite the call to prayer, but I wish that I could.] Reciting the call is probably as close that I could get to preparing myself for worship by invoking a tuneful vocal pattern with words. I admit that I was on the lookout for a call to prayer that I could connect with.

There aren’t too many women who call the prayer. When I ask most men, they say that women are not allowed. I am always super excited when I find people transgressing traditional gender norms. And, since I am female, I wanted a voice that I could closely immolate.

Check out this snippet of the call to prayer by a woman who has been brave enough to do just that.

Honestly, I am usually skeptical when celebrities convert to Islam. First, they are celebrities and getting attention is the name of the game. Second, just like conservative Christians, sometimes there is a desire for a muslim trophy convert. But, I like the fact that Sinaed O’Connor did not give up her love for music when she converted. Here she is, performing part of the call to prayer.

Here is an article about a woman Imam in Kerala India receiving threats after performing the call to prayer. I want to note that **unfortunately, the video has no audio description, so I am only relying on the title and headline. If anyone reading this can elaborate on the video, it would be super helpful.

Lest we think that these Women are only western,

Here is another female muesin (person who calls the prayer), apparently, her name is Mai Kamal and when she called the prayer, she was training at an opera house. It is the most clear and entirely precise call from a woman. My eight-year-old said that it was scary and sounds like a Mummy, but I think that it is because He has never heard a woman call the prayer. I wish that I could put this one in my Muslim pro or Alexa app so that I could hear it when it is time for the prayer. I admit, I would get a distinct pleasure out of hearing it at the mosque amidst the cacophony of other male muesins on smart phones. And, I confess I’m a bit envious that she does this so well.

Here are some examples of children muesins.

The first was put on video in 2015.

The next Azan is done by a child with great vocal skills. The place echoes, but the recording is clear.

Here is a man calling the prayer in a church. The first thing that my boys noticed was that he has his eyes closed while calling and my four-year-old thought that he might be blind (smile). I said that it was certainly a possibility. It is obvious, however, that he has trained for this because he seems to have great control over his voice and breath.

As long as we are talking about people who may or may not have disabilities, here is a with Down Syndrome who is still calling the prayer amidst covid-19. I am not sure whether I should be proud that muslims recognize this man’s ability or be angry that they are not worried about him contracting the virus.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyhuqoR2OmQAnd,

for any music enthusiasts, here is Cat Stevens calling the Azan.

I have not found a choral performance of the call to prayer, but it would most likely be entirely beautiful. I have found an Azan with orchestral accompaniment. Although, the orchestra is concentrated on one note, for the most part. I enjoyed the vocal performance, but my mind continued to wonder about those stringed instruments and if they found it difficult to sustain that single note for the entire performance. (smile)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQLjLYU-RJk

Here is another instrumental accompaniment that is a small exerpt, but sounds a bit more full.

For any Muslims reading the blog, put your favorite Azan in the comments.