Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Unveiling Hypocrisy

"I have decided to stick with love.
Hate is too great a burden to bear."
- Martin Luther King, Jr. -

It isn't hate that motivates the French Government as it attempts to ban the niqab and burqa in all public locations; it's the fact that Islamic veiling is a symbol of oppression - a symbol that wholly contradicts the ideals and national identity of France and does not belong on French soil. We must liberate women! 

If you ask many Muslim women, however, they'll tell you they've already achieved liberation (and without the help of Nicolas Sarkozy, thank you very much). Yes, many will tell you that donning a veil has actually helped them grow in faith and realize empowerment. By taking away their right to cover, you're stripping them (no pun intended) of their identity. Government officials claim they have good intentions in proposing a law that will do just that, but I fear they don't understand the potential consequences. See... hate breeds hate.

But there's no hate to begin with, right?

Not exactly.

What starts as a misunderstanding or misinterpretation (i.e., the meaning behind and reasons for wearing the niqab and burqa) can quickly become an irritant and, eventually, a perfect excuse for refusing to accept those who are different from you. Hate often has its roots in ignorance. Think about it: we fear the unknown... we experience culture shock... we include "normal" and "abnormal" in our daily vocabulary. If we don't understand something, we're quick to judge, to assume, and to form an opinion we then take as fact. In the end, it's often an us vs. them scenario.

**What and how a woman covers is her personal decision. The niqab and burqa are not required under Islamic Law, and I, myself, do not believe in those specific forms of veiling. With that said, there are countless women who choose to cover more than what is required in an effort to further increase their piety through modesty and worship. Although I do not plan on wearing the niqab or burqa, I fully support my sisters-in-Islam who do. It is true that some women are pressured to cover by their family members and individual cultures, and I do not condone coercion whatsoever; however, it is extremely inaccurate for one to assume that all or even most women are forced to veil. I happen to have met two converts who wear the niqab. Each chose her faith and her expression of that faith.**

President Sarkozy, have you gone door-to-door and personally interviewed each Muslim woman living in your country? How can your government claim it's freeing women when you can't guarantee that said women are enslaved by their veils in the first place?

And have you realized the silliness of a "public" ban on the niqab and burqa? Oh, I get it. You're saying they are still free to veil themselves when at home. Well, with the exception of entertaining male guests or strangers, a woman doesn't need to cover in the comfort of her private residence...

At the bottom of an online CNN article regarding the proposed ban, a Mennonite woman wrote that there was little difference between a Muslim wearing a veil and a Christian wearing a cross. Another individual then discreetly called her an idiot. Only an ignorant fool would make such a comparison! 

In that case, I guess it takes one to know one.

While a niqab and a cross might seem quite different, the principle is the same. It's a form of religious expression, and how dare someone try and take that away. A country will pride itself on being a very secular nation, meaning, theoretically, that there's no State religion. Then the leaders of those countries decide to bring religion into the political arena. In truth, the officials who want to avoid religious debate are engaging in just that when they're trying to rid the world of Islamic veils. If a nun adopts modest dress and a habit, do people scream in outrage? She's choosing her wardrobe based on personal beliefs and freely expressing her piety. But if an everyday Muslim woman strives to do the same thing, now we have national - even international - protest.

The problem is that it's Islam. The problem is that the media takes advantage of every case of domestic violence and every bout of terrorism, constantly portraying a religion of peace as a religion of patriarchs and murderers. The problem is that people are too stubborn to educate themselves before making drastic decisions that ultimately impact their public image and the lives of thousands.

Again, hate breeds hate. If the former comes along, you can bet the latter will follow. Keep bashing a group of people, and soon they'll resent you. There's a way to prevent such a vicious cycle from occurring: put an end to ignorance. It's one thing to be ignorant because you don't have access to resources or any opportunity to gain insight; but when perfectly intelligent and capable human beings are unwilling to learn - when they CHOOSE to remain ignorant - what excuse is there? If everyone could just open his mind and share that newfound knowledge with one other person, I feel improvements could be made, if only little by little.

It's time to unveil hypocrisy - to recognize it and to cast it aside. As humans, we've been granted intelligence and reason; yet, much of our potential goes to waste.

So thank you to those who accept and respect others. 
Love is so much more productive, so much more worthwhile.

Embrace.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Thirty Little Wonders

"Wherever you go, no matter what the weather,
always bring your own sunshine."
- Anthony J. D'Angelo -


We live in a world and an era marked by chaos and catastrophe, so sometimes it's necessary to find contentment in the small, everyday aspects of our lives. Here are thirty of my little wonders in no particular order - places, things, and ideas that can crack a smile.


ONE. (Non-alcoholic) Italian Soda
I usually get mine with Irish crème or hazelnut flavoring. Yummy :).

[retrieved at gremolata.com]

TWO. Evening strolls after a fresh snowfall
You know those nights when the clouds drop a clean batch of snow, leaving the sky a purple-gray hue? Even at midnight, it's light outside - light enough for a walk through the calm and quiet.

THREE. Amazing soundtrack music
Sometimes songs are good simply because of the rhythm and type of instruments used. Even without poetic words, they have the power to tell a story or evoke a certain feeling.

FOUR. The Zoo
Must I say anything? Some of the most beautiful, fierce, bizarre (and of course ADORABLE) animals are all in one place. So cool.

FIVE. Sidewalk chalk
Since going to college, I've managed to grow older and younger simultaneously. I have a new appreciation for childhood pastimes :).

[my artwork :)]


SIX. Summer thunderstorms
 Although I prefer sunshine on a regular basis, I definitely love a good storm. For some reason, rain doesn't seem dreary in the summertime; it exudes an interesting combination of strength & power and peace.

SEVEN. No-bake cookies
The perfect blend of chocolate, peanut butter, and oatmeal - and in no time at all :D.

EIGHT. Television from the 90s and early 2000s
You all know what I'm talking about. While there are some quality shows on today, nothing can beat the family-esque sitcoms (Boy Meets World!!!) and awesome animated cartoons (Hey Arnold!!!) of the good ol' days.

[retrieved at disneydreaming.com]

NINE. Collecting seashells
Buying shells from a gift shop is nice and all, but I prefer walking along the beach, bare feet in the tide. Some of the best souvenirs are the ones you don't buy.

TEN. Rainbow Sharpies
Anything involving colorful writing utensils is right up my alley :P.

ELEVEN. Coexistence
It's wonderful and necessary. Diversity should bring the world together - not tear it apart at its seams.
 TWELVE. Obstbaum Orchards
This is an incredibly cozy cider mill (located in Salem, Michigan) with equally incredible doughnuts. I'm madly in love with fall, and what better way to relish the autumn season than to share cider and warm doughnuts with your family on a crisp, sunny afternoon?

THIRTEEN. Witty banter & sarcasm
I truly enjoy clever remarks.

FOURTEEN. Surf City Squeeze smoothies
Delicious. If you're feeling healthy, I recommend strawberry banana or apple peach! If you'd like to go another route, Snickers and Butterfinger are quite acceptable, as is the pumpkin pie smoothie :).

FIFTEEN. Songwriting... and words in general
When I was younger, I dabbled in poetry and songwriting. As I got closer to college, I couldn't find the time or patience to write the way I wanted to. I have a bad habit of writing the verse of song - feeling completely inspired and energized - and then never writing the chorus.

 [retrieved at fanpop.com]

SIXTEEN. Pilates
A good workout program that allows you to use your body alone to tone and strengthen. You've got sweat and relaxation without the giant muscle guys grunting next to you.

SEVENTEEN. Italian & Indian cuisine
It's just good. What more is there to say?

EIGHTEEN. Scarves
They're a cute and useful accessory, whether you're a Muslim hijabi or not :).

[retrieved at guccifiedfor5.wordpress.com]

NINETEEN. Good conversation
I love when you're able to have a meaningful discussion with friends. It's more beneficial than relentless gossiping, and it can give you a sense of intellectual gratification.

TWENTY. Cedar Point
Gotta love that stomach rush and feeling of pure freedom. And it's not too bad for people-watching, either :P.

TWENTY-ONE. Scenic artwork
This includes both photography and paintings. I can't get enough of artsy depictions of places and their beauty.

TWENTY-TWO. Burt's Bees Beeswax Lip Balm
All-natural and works so well. You become an addict forreal yo.

TWENTY-THREE. Olga's Snackers
To be honest, I don't like the menu at Olga's too much, but their Snackers (along with the white bean chicken chilli and orange cream cooler) are almost to die for. Not quite, but pretty darn close.

TWENTY-FOUR. Two-toned flowers
I'm talking specifically about roses and lilies. Pretty beyond words :).

[flowers I got for my mom]

TWENTY-FIVE. Scrapbook stickers
Perusing the arts&crafts aisle at stores makes me want to start scrapbooking. I worked on a creative project this summer, and I cannot explain how much fun I had with the stickers.

TWENTY-SIX. Anything fuzzy
Seriously. I think my "Nap Cuddle Blanket" sums it up right there.

TWENTY-SEVEN. Watching a meteor shower
It seems so romantic. In reality, I saw all of seven shooting stars when I witnessed a meteor shower, but it was still wonderful. You absorb the silence and allow the night to put on a show with its images and sounds.

TWENTY-EIGHT. Breathtaking books
 Books that pull you in... that captivate you from start to finish... that leave you with goosebumps (the good kind). I'm not talking about intense action or suspense, but about amazing stories of realistic fiction. The diction and syntax are fantastic, and the characters seem tangible. Even if you can't relate to the situations and events that take place, you can relate to the emotions experienced. Check out Khaled Hosseini and Jhumpa Lahiri :).

[retrieved at betweenthetimes.com]
 
TWENTY-NINE. Homemade gifts
Over the last several years, I've started making presents for loved ones. Sure, I still buy some stuff, but I always supplement those purchases with more meaningful gifts - gifts that have taken a lot of time, energy, and heart.

THIRTY. Love
Arguably the greatest thing that God has given to humanity. 


Embrace.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Peace or Prejudice?

"The weak can never forgive.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."
- Mahatma Gandhi -


Any individual who follows media sources (or, really, anyone who doesn't live under a giant boulder... though I'm sure there are many who do) has probably noticed a recurring theme in the news this past week: controversy over a large Islamic Center that is to be built just two blocks from Ground Zero. There's been nothing short of an uproar in response to this project and the words of a certain President Barack Obama. I, for one, am among the supporters of Park51, and I know what some of you are thinking: She's Muslim. Of course she thinks a giant center built by Muslims, for Muslims is a grand idea. Well, I know one thing that's NOT a grand idea, and that's the rationale given by many opponents of Park51.

All sarcasm aside, I'd like to say that I was deeply saddened by 9/11 and for the people who lost loved ones in the horrific attacks. In times of national tragedy, we often serve a large helping of sympathy with a side of patriotism to those suffering most, but I believe that empathy makes for a more filling (and fulfilling) main course. Had I lost a husband, mother, or friend in the World Trade Center, I'd be hurt and distraught to say the least. It's hard to even imagine such a thing; therefore, I am so sorry to the people for whom that has been a reality for nine years.

But when I see a photograph like the one published in today's issue of USA TODAY - a woman holding an American flag in one hand and, in the other, a poster that reads, "Islam Builds Mosques at the Sites of Their Conquests and Victories" - I wonder how people can be so narrow-minded. 

Anger. That's how. 

I'm not telling the families of 9/11 victims to get over their loss and simply forget what happened that day; I'm asking them to try and forgive, maybe not for the sake of the extremists who plotted and carried out the attacks, but for the American Muslims who have had to bear the burden of their fellow Muslims' actions. A very small minority committed an atrocity, and since then, the very large majority has encountered prejudice and discrimination. We need to separate "Islamic faith" from "Muslim terrorists" because the two are not synonymous.

"[President Obama is] pandering to radical Islam. [...] Nazis don't have the right to put up a sign next to the Holocaust Museum in Washington. We would never accept the Japanese putting up a site next to Pearl Harbor. There's no reason for us to accept a mosque next to the World Trade Center." - Newt Gingrich

 Why does this reasoning make sense - because it's using analogies that are tangible to the American people and implying that we should stand up for what's "right"? I ask you this: Is overgeneralizing blame and resenting a group for exercising its (American) freedoms right? I wonder how we can possibly compare everyday Muslims building a place of community and worship near Ground Zero to former Nazis parking themselves near the Holocaust Museum. The Nazis were Germans who hated the Jewish; they did not and do not represent the German people as a whole. Well, last time I checked, we weren't allowing al-Qaeda to come and build an anti-American terrorist training camp in Manhattan - a scenario that I feel would belong more accurately in Newt Gingrich's group above. We're talking about the Muslim population in the United States. Are we going to prohibit a German citizen from opening a business near a museum dedicated to the Holocaust? Doubt it. So let's not do the same thing to those often referred to as "moderate, peace-keeping Muslims" - some of whom lost their own loved ones in 9/11.

Forgiveness doesn't justify or condone what was done; what is does is illustrate the determination and resiliency of Americans. We can mourn, but we can also show the Muslim world - both in the U.S. and abroad - that we believe in putting our country's values and liberties to practice... that we don't hold an innocent person responsible for another person's hateful actions... that we're strong, and we're not going to fall prey to bigotry that has no place in our nation. 

For those who support this cause, you help me find peace and encourage me to continue my efforts in making coexistence a destination within reach. As a matter of fact, it's no destination. It's a journey.

And it's gotta start somewhere.

Embrace.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

A Change of Heart

Hi, nice to meet ya :)

Adapted from a Facebook note I composed in July:

We sat at our desks, side by side, amidst paperback classics and quotes from famous names scribbled across the whiteboard. Posters were hung along the west wall of the classroom with faces on wallet-sized prints, faces that gazed at us throughout the year as a constant reminder that we’d, too, be leaving this class and this building in June, ready (or maybe not) to open the next chapter of our lives. It seems like the epitome of clichés: Life is a novel containing a beginning, middle, and end wherein we, the protagonists, find ourselves shaped by setting and touched by characters and situations.

Although we laugh at such ideas, we soon realize that they hold some truth. During the last week of my senior year of high school, I listened as my AP Lit teacher described the summer prior to college. She advised us to enjoy these months, saying that we’d never again have a summer of this kind and with this amount of freedom, a relaxing summer spent with friends in the place we called home. In a sense, I now see that time period as the binding that delicately separates childhood chapters from those of adulthood.

Some things change as you transition from high school to college; others remain the same. Many of us have experienced this phenomenon, and I’d like to share mine briefly with you. Some of you already know about an important decision I’ve made, but for those of you with whom I haven’t had the chance to talk, I apologize for telling you via an informal Facebook note. This has been a very personal journey for me, and I’m being honest when I say that it took courage even to tell the friends I’ve loved and known since elementary or middle school.

After going away to college, a lot of us lost touch temporarily as we settled in and adjusted to the changes (some of you, of course, I had the opportunity to meet while away at school). We were all busy then and still are now, and religion was not exactly the first topic of conversation that came to mind. As I progressed through high school, I started feeling disconnected from my church – the same Roman Catholic house of worship at which I had been baptized and attended my whole life. Specifically as a junior, I felt out of touch with the community and with Christianity, though my family was practicing, and I’d gone to church practically every week since my birth. Never once did I not love or believe in God or stray from religion itself; I just began to seriously think about my beliefs for the first time. When you’re raised a certain way, you tend to accept the things your family does and the ideas your parents teach you. As a child, you’re unable to really think for yourself when it comes to genuine life decisions. With time, you become capable of considering abstract thoughts and of rationalizing. Teenagers might embrace what they’ve learned, confident that they believe the same things. Some might completely rebel, perhaps to spite their parents. Others will fall somewhere in between, giving and taking until they find what they’re really looking for. That’s how life is. You’re presented with a situation that’s out of your control, and then it’s up to you to make choices and to react.

To make a long story short(er), I was in between. I had never questioned anything because, why would I? That’s how I had been raised. But a few friendships and a closer look at world religions sparked something in me – something that began as curiosity and ended with a decision to convert to Islam. The first time I truly considered changing my religion was during the summer of 2008, so while this may seem very new to some of my friends, it’s been an ongoing process for a few years now. I kept a lot of it to myself because I didn’t have the words to express what I was going through. I didn’t want to make people uncomfortable or simply confuse them with some jumbled and convoluted speech about my personal life. It was never an issue of trust. I’ve been so fortunate to have great people in my life. But I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. At times, I wouldn’t have even known why I was saying it. I was lost in the beginning stages of soul-searching, and I needed time to figure out why I wanted this sort of change.

The decision was made during the spring of my last year of high school. I researched and read books, took notes and asked questions, learning as much as I could about Islam. It was the right thing for me to do. Many people convert once they’ve become interested in the faith and decided they agree with the core beliefs; then, as a new Muslim, they start learning about the Islamic lifestyle and what it really means. It can be a stressful and haphazard process, and I wanted to go about it differently. I chose to keep my training wheels on for a while, rather than go for my first ride only to fall to the ground countless times. Without making my conversion official, I began to identify more with Islam while continuing to educate myself on the religion. If I planned to make a major life change, I wanted to make sure it felt right. I also wanted to be honest with loved ones. I didn’t want to come home one day and announce to my family that, hey, by the way, I just changed my life without telling any of you. So throughout the summer, I awkwardly attended Mass with my mom each Sunday and struggled in my seat at the kitchen table every time she voiced her desire for me to go to church and get involved in a Catholic organization on campus. I was finally able to tell some of my friends the truth, but the bulk of my stress remained as I kept it a secret from my parents. In the end, I moved in at Michigan State without telling them.

Things became both easier and more difficult once I was at school. It was easier to be true to myself because I was meeting new people and could explain my odd religious dilemma from the start. I didn’t have to deal with people who had known me before, with their reactions and judgments. At the same time, I knew I had to tell my parents – especially my mom, an open-minded but devout Catholic who holds a secretarial position at our church. Every college student must adjust to things such as classwork and new-found independence; I had to deal with my religious secret in addition to these normal stressors. I suffered from a lot of anxiety in the fall, most of which I kept to myself, and talking to my mom in late October finally jumpstarted the healing process for my broken spirit. Everything gradually improved as I convinced her that this was my decision, perhaps connected to interactions I’d had, but certainly not the result of some cause-and-effect relationship.

I had hoped to take my shahadah (declaration of faith) this summer before returning to school, and I plan to officially embrace Islam this month. With any choice, there are changes attached. I’ll be praying several times a day for five to ten minutes at a time and fasting during the month of Ramadan, and I won’t consume pork or alcohol. When people first think of Islam, restrictions and prohibitions come to mind. But what they see is only the surface; everything has a deeper meaning behind it. In the Qur’an, God says that there is some good in alcohol, but the harm often outweighs the benefit (poor judgment, drunk driving, health problems and addiction), and that is why Muslims are not to drink. Many college students choose to drink, and I respect their personal decisions. I may not always engage in the same activities as my friends, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about them or respect them.

Open-mindedness has always been something of value to me. It’s why I get frustrated with certain comments people make and why I’m saddened by the general lack of willingness to understand and learn about others. Some aren’t exposed to the resources, but when those who are choose to remain ignorant and to hate people who are different from them, it’s utterly disappointing. Along with my psych degree, I’ve decided to pursue a minor in religious studies and to continue my involvement in Campus Interfaith Council, one of the student organizations I joined as a freshman. I was elected the Community Service Chair for the 2010-2011 year, and I’m genuinely excited about my leadership position. It isn’t just about adding another detail to a résumé; it’s about meeting a diverse group of people and working together to promote coexistence. It’s something I’m very passionate about because of my own life and values. Whether it’s religion or anything else, diversity exists, and that’s not a bad thing. As a matter of fact, to me, it’s a beautiful thing.

I see the way Islam is portrayed in the media, and I understand that many Americans believe terrorism and oppression are synonymous with this faith and defining qualities of its followers. The only thing I can hope for is that people learn about Islam from educated Muslims or books and other legitimate sources – not by scrolling through random websites or taking everything reported on the news at face value. If nothing else, there’s just one thing I wish for you to take away from reading this: I’m always going to be me – no matter what changes come about. My most intense worrying has revolved around the idea that people I know and care about won’t accept this change or won’t treat me the same way they did before. I realize now that I could have saved myself a lot of mental stress had I focused more on my own peace and happiness, rather than the fear of disappointing others. Some converts adopt Arabic names and attempt to fully re-establish their identity. But that’s something I could never do. I’m not converting in an effort to wipe away the past.

I’m Erin, and I always will be. I’m still a dork. I still work way too hard in school. I still love to laugh. I still love music – listening to it and playing it. I still love my family and friends. And ice cream. I still want to travel the world. I don’t regret the years of dance and piano, of track and newspaper, of my friendships and memories with all of you. I may be ready to open another chapter, but that doesn’t mean I’ll forget the past. Even if the pages are worn and torn and the font faded, the story wouldn’t be complete without them.