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Power Overlooked- Sundus Naeem (QI 2016)

Updated: Dec 19, 2023


Today is a Saturday. Which meant that I had some time on my hands. I sat reading online articles when I was directed to a trailer by a friend. The movie was called “Taqwacores” which is why I couldn’t help but watch the trailer. Taqwa – the consciousness of One God, Allah. Cores – from the word ‘hardcore’, a branch of punk rock music I presume. The two made no sense in one word. So I decide to go ahead and see what it was all about. At the end of the two minutes of the trailer, something snapped inside me. I hurriedly searched the novel on which it was based, something snapped again. And then again. And then again. As I read on and on and on, my insides began to cry.

Earlier that morning, I had already been disturbed by watching a cover story on a news channel that talked about an up and coming channel for the youth, where veiled women would walk the ramp and Muslim men would try their hands on the guitar. What stood out for me were the comments of the founder of the channel who said he didn’t understand the criticism from the Islamic community when all his efforts were only for Allah’s Sake – he was trying to “integrate” Islam into the modern world. His words rang along with an ayah we had read in Surah Baqarah. Somewhere in that ayah I found an indication to exactly what he had done. He had ‘sold’ Islam to the world. And believe In what I reveal, confirming the Revelation which is with you, and be not the first to reject Faith therein, nor sell My Signs for a small price; and fear me, and me alone. (2:41)


And later this evening, I had seen the trailer. It was about a Pakistani student who pursues his studies in America and as he looks for a house to live in, he is directed to a condo where Muslims lived. And then he meets the Muslims there. A community of Muslim punks – a drunken mowhawked Sufi, a skater, a homosexual, a gangster Sunni, a loud woman in a paradoxical burqa and a Shia skinhead. Absurd? Well that wasn’t what disturbed me. What did was the way these characters then influence this practicing Muslim boy, the insulting terms used in the movie and how it was all done in the name of “integrating” Islam into American culture. And the fact that this was done at the hands of people who called themselves Muslim. And as I searched the author of the book on which this movie was based, more shocks were in store. He wrote books that literally exploded Islamic principles into fragments. His books had inspired the event in New York in 2005, where a female scholar led men and women in prayer. He was being praised for his work. And I can go on and on.


I shut my computer and closed my eyes. Things were still snapping within me. I understood what fasaad meant, what we had been warned against time and again in the Quran.And they rejected those Signs In iniquity and arrogance, though their souls were convinced thereof: so see what was the end of those who acted corruptly! (27:14)

It is not that I was not aware of Muslims who did not practice Islam to the T. I have even lived around some. But I had always felt the guilt within them that what they did was not what they should be doing. However, what I saw and read today generated vibes that made these actions sound ‘okay’. As if it was okay to disobey and cause fasaad. As if it was okay to overlook what Allah has asked us to do. As if it was okay to live in this world, being a Muslim, yet being purposeless.


I got up and spread my prayer mat. I put my head to the ground. I prayed. And that’s when it hit me. It had been missing for so long. The last time I raised my hands to call on my Rabb for the guidance and forgiveness of this ummah was perhaps last Ramadan, and even then it was the Imam who asked for it as I murmured Ameen. Today I asked, I asked from the bottom of my heart. And I realized that we may seem continents away from where it all may be happening. We may seem extremely powerless to change what’s happening. But He has granted us power in its best and greatest form – the Power of Dua’.

 

 




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