I want to take a brief moment today to tell you about just 5 Muslim women, from the earliest years of Islam and what they teach us about our worth and our potential.
These are, of course lessons, for all women and men. But I think it’s particularly important for people – especially non-Muslims – to understand what Muslim women are really taught and who their role models really are.
The Prophet’s wife, Khadija -proposed to him, was older than him and was the most prominent entrepreneur of her time. She was a rich and successful businesswoman (far richer and more prominent than him). Their monogamous marriage was filled with love and respect. It was Khadijah – a woman - who was the first person to confirm Muhammad’s prophet hood. Yes, the first Muslim was a woman.
The lineage of the Prophet is also through a woman; His daughter, Fatimah. Fittingly for international women’s day it is also her birthday today.
Muslim women fought on the front lines. Like Nusayba who fought in the battle of Uhud, alongside the Prophet.
The first martyr of Islam was also a woman. When the Prophet Muhammad first began to preach publicly, there was quickly an active persecution of the small Muslim community Summayah and her family were targeted. She was tied up, beaten and stabbed to death when she refused to recant her faith.
Women took leading roles in standing up against tyranny – even when the other side were Muslims themselves.... Read More
It can be hard to understand Iran. And even harder to explain it. Especially at a time like this.
There are 80 million Iranians, whose views and news have almost always been packaged, described and analysed in the most reductive way; both inside and outside of the country.
It has often seemed the more reality on the ground has required shades of grey, the more black and white it has been explained away.
Of course, at some point, the oversimplification of these explanations start folding in on themselves, and that certainly feels like the crossroads that Iran – or at least our analysis of it - stands at now.
The sudden protests of the last week could be seen as a sort of perfect storm. But in many ways it is always hurricane season in Iran.
Reading that, your mind might automatically find itself thinking of the dictatorship of the Islamic regime, or the brave protesters fighting for their freedom on the streets.
The truth is, that is just part of the story, from one perspective. Read More
America has just tragically faced its worst mass shooting in history.
At least 50 people have been killed and more than 200 injured at a music festival in Las Vegas. Unfortunately, that death toll is very likely to rise.
The Independent is reporting the shooter as "Stephen Paddock: Las Vegas gunman identified by police as 64-year-old white male"
The police have said it is "not terrorism."
When incidents like this happen, I used to always leave analysis for the days later, out of respect for those killed and fighting for their lives.
But what I have realised, in our social media age, is that by then it is too late. People have already formed emotional and reactionary narratives. And, if I am brutally honest with you, things move so fast these days, sometimes people have already "moved on".
Social media makes us have instant emotional outbursts and a very short attention span. This would in all other circumstances be called irrationality. These days all we do is reinforce irrationality and call it the norm. Worse, we call it the truth
So, perhaps to truly respect these unnecessary deaths, one must try and cut through that clearly, in an attempt to recalibrate our narrative in a way that can actually be preventative, rather than a cycle where the only thing that changes is our mode of denial.... Read More
Read this BBC article and come back to me.
No really, go on, I'll wait.
You might not think it, but this article and story reflects so much of what is wrong with our society, our media, our politics and our world today. I am just listing the things that come to mind as I read it.
1. First line says "A student". Since he was not a Muslim, not a British-born Muslim. Since he was not Black. And they couldn't say White man, or English, they say student. It's not clear if this is meant to soften up his image, or demonise students. Perhaps both, dependent on audience. It works. The main thing is, he shouldn't be classified as White, English, or Christian. And everything that follows should make him an anomaly to any of these "safe" tag-words and smear him with "unsafe" tag-words that will make the general reader still think of the "other" (in this case Muslims and Islamic terrorism)
2. Paragraph reads; "The Old Bailey was told Smith had an autistic spectrum disorder and a keen interest in guns, bombs and other weapons, which may have been a function of the condition."
Again, giving a reason/excuse for why this man is an anomaly to his group. Non-muslims get this treatment by the police, the press and politicians. Muslims do not.
But beyond that, I have to say, that... Read More
I just did.
I saw him sitting under the courtyard roof of a luxurious block of new build flats in West London. I went up to him to see if he wanted anything to eat. He had an unlit roll-up cigarette in his hands but he wasn’t moving. I thought he’s probably asleep. I walked away and for a split second I thought I should have checked if he was actually sleeping or god-forbid worse. Read More
I turned back and I saw him taking a drag of his cigarette, eyes closed, as if he wasn’t even there. As if he didn’t even exist,
“Excuse me” I said “are you ok?” He opened his eyes and looked at me. “I’m so cold” he said. He held out his hands to try and warm them with mine.
“I’m sorry”, I said.
“It’s not your fault,” he said.
“Would you like something to eat?” I asked.
And Julian burst in to tears. I sat on the floor with him as he talked. Sometimes we just need to be seen and heard. Sometimes, unfortunately, all we can do is see and listen.
He talked and cried for almost an hour.....
I just spent a week in Iran and tried to film a bit every day whilst I was there. There was no planning, or editorialising these videos. It's literally filming when I had time, around what I was doing in my very short (and last minute) trip there.
The first video is just a warm-up, given that the only thing I did outside the house on Day 1 was go to the bank lol
There are many more beautiful places to see in Tehran and Iran, so this isn't a tourist guide or anything like that but rather a genuine reflection of what my trip was; a short and sweet - and relatively local trip - that happened to coincide with the Iranian New Year.
I think given this, it is quite a good reflection of "day to day life" in Iran when I visit.
As you will see if you watch all seven videos, Iran doesn't just look like one thing!
Anyway, I hope for those who have always been curious, it might be just a small window in to what Iran, sometimes, looks like. Read More
I had only been in the UK 24 hours when I heard about the Westminster attack. I had just spent 3 weeks in Iraq and Iran.
This is one of the stories I wanted to share with you all on my return. It seems more poignant now. Not to diminish the horrific attack in London, but to encourage us to have perspective and to extend our humanity to all....
....This man is an Iraqi Turkmen from Mosul. His 3 sons were killed by ISIS there. The remaining family - including his dead son's children - fled to the family Hussainiya in Najaf where they now all live. Read More
A lot is being shared on social media about Allepo. On Monday I took to social media to express my heartbreak for the destruction of Syria, and the innocent lives lost.
In general, I stopped discussing Syria publicly several years ago. My voice was lost in the noise and attacked by both sides. As an Iranian and a Shia, the prejudice of many would make them deaf to what I would say, jumping on any little point that they didn’t fully agree with. Some of the comments on my post on Monday showed the opposite to be true too. If I say something that doesn’t fully defend “the opposition of the opposition” under all circumstances I will be called a sell-out, Western stooge straight away.
Despite this, I feel compelled to write more; this time focusing on some issues of politics and media. Read More
As a Brit watching the unfolding theatrics of the American presidential election, I cannot help but think of the Brexit Referendum.
Here, the complex social, political and economic context - that created the environment - that facilitated the vote and the outcome were ignored. Instead the arguments and the ultimate decision put forth were oversimplified, the very framework of the debate, and in many ways society, were redefined within these terms.
As someone who has studied or worked in the media for 13 years, one of the biggest culprits – if not the biggest – is the media. We are being failed by our media. Fundamentally and almost absolutely. While online social media has its benefits, for the institution of journalism and media, it has been a nail in the coffin.
The media plays such an unbelievably pivotal role in society. But I increasingly struggle to see how it is doing anything other than taking us further and further away from reality. A reality that we must acknowledge, accept and understand before any real change or progress can be made.
Of course, it’s not all bad. But... Read More
Police have said there is an “obvious link” between the Munich shooter and extreme right-wing terrorist Anders Breivik; the man behind the 2011 Norway massacre at a children's camp, who wrote a political manifesto and in court gave a nazi salute. Breivik was even this Munich guys whatsapp profile picture. However, what is interesting is that I have seen repeatedly in the papers and on the tv news (and by the same police who have just said there’s an "obvious link" to Breivik) that this is NOT terrorism but a “classic killing spree”. The long and short of it is this; it is ridiculous to rule out terrorism whilst at the same time saying there are “obvious links” to a terrorist. This narrative that terrorism only belonging to Muslims and the disparity between how perpetrators of these attacks are treated is never so obvious than at times like this, when the media, politicians and police have decided they don’t want to apply the usual rules to a case... Read More
For weeks now, I have wanted to sit down and either record a video or write something about Thursday’s EU referendum.
Although, as a journalist, I keep on top of political developments at home, across Europe and throughout the world, and like to feel I have a solid grasp of the facts and arguments; every time I thought “I must do a piece on the referendum”, a sort of inadequacy engulfed me. I kept thinking, well I can’t write something until I have sat down and researched even more, even further, armed with the minute statistics and facts, so I can have rational, intelligent debate about it.
But the truth is there are not many of us out there that are EU experts; not even in the media. It’s a niche for the resident EU journo whose job it is to be pedantic, who sits through hours of those boring sessions and actually understands what the sub-laws and the numbers mean, or the policy maker, or the lobbyist in politics, in charities or in big corporations whose job it is to have the intricate facts any given notice.
As the weeks of campaigning have turned in to months; the debate has delved further in to this pedanticism; and the general public have heard from “experts” who confidently state the exact opposite things as “facts”; we have been asked to become experts ourselves; and we have been told to ignore the experts because they have no clue what they are talking about.
Don’t worry guys, even I’m ready to admit that it has been a confusing ride; and that I think most people are acting like they know what they are talking about, more than they actually know that they do!
So, what is that I actually have to say when it comes to this, highly important vote? Read More
Today, I was fasting. And as is usual during this holy month, my focus is more on prayer and reflection than on my newsfeed and my mobile. I woke up and I spent a little time reading the Quran. A verse I read stuck in my head throughout the morning. It was about the Quran itself, and how some people read it. It says “the perverse at heart eagerly pursue the ambiguities in their attempt to make trouble and to pin down specific meaning of their own.” It made me think of ISIS.
Then I spent a few lovely hours talking about Islam with my brother-in-law, who as a recent Muslim is fasting only his second Ramadan. We talked about the fasting of the body and the fasting of the mind. I am watching a wonderful series of lecture about mindfulness and being in the present, and how ending negative suffering through these means are very much rooted in Islamic thought. We talked about spirituality, and the wonderful universal messages that Islam has to give to the world.
Then I prayed.
Five times a day we call out to “The Lord of mercy, the Giver of mercy.” These are the words we use to describe God in our prayers. We ask him to “guide us to the straight path, the path of those who You have blessed, those who incur no anger, and who have not gone astray.” It is a beautiful and peaceful prayer.
I read some more Quran, and it gave me a sense of peace.
Then I turned on the news. Read More
I check my mobile and place it in the front pocket of my handbag, and carry on walking to the train station. Two minutes later…I go in to my front pocket, take out my mobile and check it again. Am I the only one that does that? Or is my addiction just particularly bad? It’s not that I heard it ring, or beep, or ting, or any of the other noises it makes to continuously distract me throughout my day…but I checked it anyway. I almost laugh at myself, as I think; if I just randomly tapped my head randomly every two minutes, I’m sure everyone would think I’m insane…but somehow this constant checking of our technology has become the norm.
My job has always been fast paced. When I was a news anchor, seconds literally mattered. If I was covering a story on location as a reporter, I’d be listening to the studio in one ear, the producer in the other and talking (usually) coherently live on air all at the same time. There’s a buzz to that pressure.
And let’s face it there’s a prestige to being busy. And let’s face it there’s a prestige to being busy. We’re always going…going…going…and all at the same time. We check our Facebook as we watch TV, we check our emails while we chat on the phone; we’re always worried about the next thing on the to do list. If you bump in to a friend and they ask, “how are you?” There is only one acceptable answer; “oh you know, I’m just SO busy”. But.... Read More
And then there is the silence again. It is hard to sit with it. Now. Or is that just me? I wasn’t this person…once upon a time ago.
I used to love nothing more than sitting with the peace of my silence.
But the silence, once my friend, has somehow become a stranger to me.
Recently. I have been drowning something out, though I am not sure what that may be.
I probably wouldn’t remember. Because mostly I don’t remember. Who I used to be, or how things really were.
Or how it felt to get here... Read More
Another deadly attack, this time in Brussels. By the time you read this, the death toll of 23 may well have changed.
When these attacks happen (especially in Europe) I always have the same instant reaction of mixed emotions.
Many people (on both sides) will be on the defensive; some will be angry that you try to make sense of “why” as if this is making excuses for the inexcusable. Others, angry at the clear double standard between the loss of European life compared to say Arab, will try to “even the playing field” with a “so-what” approach; downplay or dismiss what has happened. Both positions are wrong
So here are some of the initial reactions I have had this morning; Read More
“We need to empower our sisters and give them the confidence and the understanding that they need to elevate their self-esteem and make sure that they become the better people that we all want to be”
Can’t argue with that. But, context is everything.
Rewind 12 minutes to the start of the video that ends with that comment (and the video that compelled me to write this blog post).
It’s not that it was the first video on hijab that had left me feeling wanting; it’s just that this one left a particular sting. Read More
It’s about 2am on Sunday morning and it is my friend’s birthday. 21st February. “How could I have forgotten?” I say to myself.
Malcolm X was born on my best friend’s birthday, May 19th and was assassinated on the birthday of my next closest friend; 21st February.
“I should have taken the time to properly write a meaningful blog, but it’s too late now.”
But actually meaningful, will not be going back through the autobiography I’ve read a dozen times and extracting carefully picked quotes... Read More
Isn’t it too soon for me to be saying “that’s not how it was in my day!” But, alas, these are the days we live in. I’m told (mostly by women’s magazines) that 30 is the new 20…and apparently the new 60 too.
When I was studying print journalism (not long-ago enough for it to have become the outdated mode that it is today, but a little too long-ago for me to care to admit) there was no social media. Facebook and Twitter only launched to the public in my last year of university (I had a MySpace page that briefly held my attention…it was the post-teen equivalent of how I used to cover my books in high school and I really hope it is not still available online somewhere). Anyway, for the most part, student aspirations were still to somehow wriggle their way in to a job at a national newspaper. Read More
I'm a born and bred West Londoner, although "Made In France" (my Iranian parents moved to the UK from Paris just before I was born). Before that, they lived in France and Italy (where my eldest sister was born and went to school).
This foundation definitely shaped my childhood; we travelled through Europe often, and mum made sure we were exposed to a wide range of cultures and activities growing up. Saturday’s were filled with ballet, music school and Farsi classes, and visits to the museums and theatre…well at least until I became a teenager and thought I was too cool for any of that (thankfully in later life, these things have all become cool to me once more). Read More