باسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
“When Ramadan enters, the gates of Paradise are opened, the gates of Hellfire are closed and the devils are chained” (Al-Bukhari).
Ramadan Mubarak brothers and sisters; want updates on Ramadan events in Ann Arbor and other interesting Ramadan related news? Look no further because one of your Ramadan wishes is about to come true. For information on iftar dinners, special events, rides to taraweeh at MCA on Plymouth rd., and so much more check out our blog posts here.
Here is some information for now,
Sisters, looking for a ride to taraweeh? Then contact Nafisa Nuzhat at email@example.com.
Brothers, looking for a ride to taraweeh? Then contact Adam Mageed at firstname.lastname@example.org.
To use public transportation, TheRide #2 city bus can get you to the MCA in about 15 minutes. Riding the bus is free with your M-Card!
MCA website: http://mca-aa.org/
Bus #2 route schedule: http://aata.org/rideguide.asp?route=2
From downtown (to MCA): http://aata.org/rideguide/2out.pdf
To downtown (back to campus): http://aata.org/rideguide/2in.pdf
The MSA will also be hosting a Potluck Iftar on Thursday, July 3rd in the East Hall Psych Atrium. For more information, check out the Facebook Event. See you then!
A second iftar dinner will be July 17th at 9:00pm location TBA.
Inshuallah may your Ramadan be full of blessings.
If you have any questions or comments, please comment here or email the MSA e-board at email@example.com.
Michigan Muslim Student Association
A reflection on what the Hijab means to MSA community member Bayane Alem.
حجاب. hee – jaab. A word that has defined the way I am dressed, when I step outside, every day for around nine years, now. I wear the Hijab. A piece of cloth on my head that can connect hearts from afar but also draw looks of scorn and gross insults from strangers who I have never spoken to but have now invaded my space and etched themselves into my memory.
I have been thinking about this cloth for a while now. It’s funny. Something I have worn every day of my life for years now – except for those “you’re going to have to pay me 289473329 dollars to get me to leave the house” days, has gotten so little attention from my thoughts. It’s become natural. Every morning, I get dressed, put a hijab that matches my outfit on, and leave the house. Some days, though, it’s different. As I put my hijab on, I think. I think about what I am doing, what I am putting on my head, and what it means. And on those days my heart becomes a little overwhelmed. Not because I don’t want to wear it but because of what it means to me. I’m told it’s a piece of cloth, that it doesn’t mean anything more than what it looks like. Threads sewn together in amazing patterns, some square, some rectangle, some that come with an amta already sewn in (sidenote: I thought this scarf style would make my life so much easier! I mean an amta ALREADY IN THE SCARF!!! No, I wore it once and then stuck that laffa back into the depths of my overflowing hijab drawer never to be put on my head again #DONTBEFOOLED). To me though, it’s not just a cloth. The hijab is a part of me – it does not define me, but it is one part of me. Every hijab I wear is heavy – not because of the material – but because of the experiences—experiences belonging only to me and those experiences that I know are shared by all my sisters wearing the hijab. It is heavy, not because you deem me to be an automatic representative of all other Muslim women, but it is heavy because it challenges your perceived normalcy; it is heavy not because of the fact that you have already filled your head with a million thoughts about who I am before I have even said “hello”, but it is heavy because you have taken it from me and made it about you. My hijab is about ME. I do not wear it to invite questions from strangers about where I am from or collect compliments about how great my English is. I do not wear it to stand out in the crowd or to be seen as diverse. I do not wear it to push my religious agenda down your throat. Most importantly, I do not wear it to explain to you why I wear it. I know it’s just a piece of cloth. The scarf is just a piece of cloth. But MY hijab, the one on my head, is mine. I wear it for me. I wear it for several reasons that I do not need to explain to you. What it means to me is unexplainable to you, anyway. It’s something I can’t put into words. It means strength, it means comfort, it means sisterhood, it means empowerment. On those days where I get the “I’m so shocked you have no accent but I’m going to just respond to you by telling you your name is pretty” look, I tighten my hijab on my head and stand up a little taller. Not because I’m brave or because I don’t care what others think, but because I know there are many like me in the exact situation. I know that just across campus one of my Muslim sisters probably just had almost the same experience. That’s the strange thing about the hijab. There are no words or phrases to describe how it makes me feel, because there isn’t only one feeling. There are times where I feel safe in my hijab, times where I can feel the support and collectivity from all my Muslim sisters. There are times though, where I feel unsafe and alone in my hijab and that maybe if I wasn’t wearing one then I wouldn’t have to walk down the street while looking behind me every few seconds, or that I wouldn’t have to make sure to smile at every single person I walk by, or loudly apologize to the person who bumps into ME, or be called a suicide bomber at Disney World – The Happiest Place on Earth. After loudly replaying those moments in my head for days, I begin to feel strength. I begin to feel strength not because my hijab has superpowers (although you never know) but because of the power of women in hijab that I know and wish I could’ve met that I imagine threaded within every hijab I own. Power from knowing that this Hijab was a weapon of resistance used by Muslim women throughout history to fight European colonization. Power from reading of Algerian women becoming an integral part of the revolution by bravely utilizing their Hijabs to resist, demand, and take back what was theirs. Power from knowing that this Hijab is a tool to make you uncomfortable. Power from knowing that this Hijab takes up space, space that belongs to me in my own right. Power from the strength of my Muslim sisters who have overcome being called names and being defamed because of who they are and what they fight for, when all they should have had to think about was how to graduate. Power from knowing Muslim sisters who will put aside their own interests and schedules for each others sake. Power from knowing Muslim sisters whose work and presence are a pivotal force in our communities-a force that pushes our community to challenge itself and look inwardly. Power from knowing Muslim women that organize, lead, and initiate organizations that shake the ground with their relevance. Power from knowing that this Hijab tells you right when you meet me that I do not belong to you and that I decide where I belong. This hijab is just a piece of cloth. It does not protect me from physical harm, it does not create a barrier that wards off ignorant comments, it does not make me a pearl concealed at the bottom of the ocean, it does not mean I am an expert on Islam and all things related to the Middle East, it does not mean I am oppressed, it does not mean I am withdrawn, it does not mean I automatically agree with everything another woman in hijab says, it does not mean I am at odds with Muslim women who don’t choose to wear the hijab. It is not anything you think of me. MY hijab is a piece of cloth I put on my head for reasons I do not need to explain, and is not done for you. My hijab is a piece of cloth sewn together by moments and lifetimes of power from all the women who wear it with me, who have worn it before me, and who will wear it after me.
In our final piece celebrating Women’s History month, we hear from a UM alumna and current graduate student studying Social Work, Annie Sajid, as she shares ten things she has learned from other Muslim women of color in our community.
This is more of a love letter to the women of color in the MSA who have shaped, informed, and redefined integral parts of who I am and who I would like to be rather than a self-help piece claiming to espouse some esoteric wisdom.
This is also a love letter to all of the Muslim women of color in the MSA who I may never know.
1) You will never learn enough about yourself or the deen.
Maybe you are a borderline shaykha, one of those sisters who comes from a strong tight-knit Muslim community and has been Islamically trained by some of the best Muslim scholars around. Or maybe you are a brown girl from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan who always craved a Muslim community, but didn’t know the difference between a mufti or an imam (guilty). Either way, your first two years in the MSA will grant you the opportunity to learn and unlearn everything you thought you knew about Islam and yourself. Tightly embrace this opportunity.
2) The MSA is more than a monolith.
Before you even come to campus, you will hear about University of Michigan’s MSA. you will learn it is one of the biggest and most active MSAs in the country. You will hear glowing remarks or brutal indictments about the MSA. Never make assumptions about the culture of the MSA. It is more than just “conservative” one year and then “liberal” the next. The MSA is a fluid, dynamic powerhouse organization that is waiting for you to take ownership of it.
3) Never say no to an adventure.
You will meet a sister who has a real hankering for donuts around midnight on a Monday night. Go to Dom’s (cute 24 hour donut/bakery shop in Ypsilanti) with her for the adventure. You will meet a sister who is committed to going to every single Mini Qiyam regardless of the snowpocalypse outside. Brave the weather with her. You will meet a sister who wants to review every foodie restaurant in Ann Arbor. Put on a bib and say Bismillah.
4) Don’t allow your labor for the MSA to remain unacknowledged.
As a Fresh(wo)man and Sophomore, observe and examine the power dynamics in the MSA. Why are men leaders easily accepted and revered? Why don’t men leaders face the same type or amount of scrutiny as you? Why don’t they have to qualify their contributions and ideas? Why don’t they apologize for taking up as much space as they desire? Why are they praised for being passionate for their work, while you are being deemed too emotional? This goes to say that while you should hold tremendous humility for the work you do in serving the community, it also means you should demand accountability from those who are silencing, and/or erasing your labor, worth, and voice.
5) Ghayba (gossiping) never leads to any good.
Backbiting does not facilitate solutions. It teaches us women to compete with one another in harmful and divisive ways. As much as you want to share who you saw together in the Tower Plaza lobby, please refrain from being a fitna-mongerer.
6) Your lived experiences hold truths.
There will be times when you will be gaslighted aka told that your reality is false and the reality of a mansplainer is the truth. You will be shaken to your core when people say you are overreacting or being irrational when you are demanding to be heard and respected. You will be cut off when you are speaking. Your ideas for community-building might be painted as divisive. Men might summarize everything you have been saying for an entire meeting/semester and then receive all the accolades for all your thoughts and ideas. Your leadership might be questioned every step of the way. This violent act will make you doubt yourself in detrimental ways. Release these toxins by turning to Allah (SWT) for support and to those who affirm, honor, and love you.
7) Your community will evolve as you evolve.
Your best sisterfriend freshman year might not be the sisterfriend you give a shout-out to during your Senior Halaqa speech. That is okay. If we demonstrated kindness, love, and humility in our relationships and we grow out of them, it doesn’t mean we have failed. It means we should celebrate the bravery it takes to grow up together.
8) We are not a post-racial ummah much less a post-racial MSA.
You might notice that the main MSA sister circles are dominated by Desi Sunni Muslim hijabi straight upper-middle-class women from Metro-Detroit. This means that if you hold membership in any of these communities, recognize that you hold unearned power. Interrogate your assumptions and biases as prescribed to us by our deen.
9) Strive to heal, grow, and love your whole being.
This is so much harder than it sounds, but the first step to growing intellectually, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually means uncovering what needs healing and rebuilding. Before you can begin to grow, confront what hurts. There will be times when you need to face the pain on your own, and others time you will need someone else to witness/ accompany you in the process, but either way tend to it with the help of Allah (SWT).
10) Sisterhood is paramount to your survival on this campus, in this community,
and in this world.
Sisterhood is where we thrive the most in our lives. Feed, nourish, care, and love one another deeply. This was essential to my survival, and it will be essential to yours.
This anonymous post is from a community member who shares her insights into women’s education and the struggles of our mothers before us in this pursuit of knowledge.
Whenever I see my tata, I can be sure of three things: my grandmother is going to ask how my sister is, I will have to eat, and she will remind me that the one thing people cannot take from a woman is her education. Alhamdulillah, the female Muslim students at the University of Michigan have received the opportunity to obtain a degree. There are many people throughout the world who continue to suffer trying to receive even the most minimal of educations. Some activists even risk their lives for the cause.
When I feel like the load and stress of college is too much to bear, I think back to my tata, and the life my grandmother endured in Lebanon. As a child, my grandmother had a great desire to learn and attend school; however, her mother was extremely traditional. She did not believe in the education of woman and believed my grandmother’s place was at home caring for her brothers. This did not stop my tata from trying. She would sneak away to the school every chance she got, but when her mother found out she would be forced back home and punished.
Today, my grandmother repeatedly vocalizes her regret of never completing any type of education. She feels a lack of education held her back and life. Because of this, she was adamant about her daughters receiving a college education. My grandmother helped her daughters against many odds to provide them an education. Today, she pushes her grandchildren to take advantage of the opportunities for education we have been given. If she could give us anything in the world, it would be an education, especially for her granddaughters.
Alhamdulillah we have all been given an opportunity to study at a university my grandmother can never even dream of. May we all seize the opportunity and pass on the value of education to our own children, and remind them and ourselves of education’s great value.”
As the team arrives back in Ann Arbor, Sara and Lehman share their final reflections.
“Mirroring the experience of being a senior on campus, we all felt as Friday came that this trip had gone by so very quickly. On our last full day, we carried on the long-anticipated tradition of past UM groups by creating M block t-shirts for the kids and for ourselves. As light rays of sunlight illuminated all the smiles in the room, we signed our names, shared some lasting memories, and left strong words of encouragement.
We spent dinner at Giordano’s, speaking about various issues and experiences, notably our Jumu’ah experience at the local mosque earlier in the afternoon. The Khutbah was presented in a different style than some of us were accustomed to—entirely in Arabic, and only a few minutes in length. While we recognized this may have been convenient to a busy employee leaving their workplace to fulfill their religious duties, we discussed the crucial role this end-of-the-week congregation plays in revitalizing our faith and our relationship to Allah (swt). Instead of simply going through the motions, it is essential that we are cognizant of why we perform acts of worship, and to keep our intentions pure. It only seemed appropriate that our dinner there lasted quite a while, as the entire time was filled with conversation and discussion between everyone in the group, with knowledge that we’d all be heading back to reality the next day.
During the night’s reflection we explored our personal growth and self discovery both within our experience over the past week, and throughout our college years. The conversation then shifted towards our intentions in participating in the trip and the stark reality that our group has learned and benefited from the service much more than we could ever dream to give to the center. We asked critical questions and thought deeply about the experience as a whole. Would it have been better for us to simply donate the money we raised in going to Chicago to AYS, rather than spend our week with them and then just leave?
On our last day, we were lucky enough to go on a fieldtrip with some of the students to Outback Steakhouse, their favorite restaurant. It was great to spend time with the youth outside the facility, and really just get to speak with them and spend some last quality time. Upon returning, we had the opportunity to hear Shari’s thoughts about our work and the relationship UM has been able to sustain with AYS. She informed us that it wasn’t UM who offered to help Shari, but rather, it was Shari who personally sought us out over 10 years ago. She had asked local university students in Chicago to organize a spring break service trip at her center with no success. It was in Shari’s comforting hugs, teary eyes, and radiating smile as we said our goodbyes that we knew that our trip was worth it. We could never place a price on the love shared with them, and the relationships we built. While we wish we could have given them more, we know must use this as an enabling experience by applying what we have learned in serving our communities for many years to come.
Thank you to everyone who followed along with our trip, we hope you were able to take away some benefit from our reflections here on the blog, and we encourage anyone who can to sign up for next year’s trip!”
The ASB team rounds off the week with the penultimate day of working with the kids of AYS. Hawa and Noah share their insights on Thursday, the fifth day of the trip.
“Coming to the facility we had new objectives that we wanted to tackle. One of which was cleaning Shari’s desk and the surrounding area. Shari’s main focus has always been the children that come to the facility and she seems to disregard her needs selflessly. Because of this, her space was clogged and condensed with materials that needed to be sorted. Another issue we wanted to tackle was the lack of sunlight due to high shelves stacked with many boxes. We reorganized these boxes and allocated them to different areas of the room. The children were noticeably impressed with the renovations that we completed before they arrived.
Shari, the Director of AYS, gave us the honor of organizing the arts and crafts project for the day. We decided to do a project that would be very interactive between the kids and the volunteers while utilizing the materials that were already at the center. The project was making a banner consisting of children’s drawings that could be displayed in the room. It was one of the kid’s birthdays and the team wrapped gifts and bought pizza to celebrate.
As the end of the week approaches, the children and the volunteers seem to deal with this idea in different ways. We arrived knowing the experience was going to be limited but the reality of our departure was slowly sinking in. The children were already questioning about our return, which makes the situation more difficult. Despite this, the atmosphere was more relaxed and the kids were no longer apprehensive to approach us. Homework was done right away without much convincing so that we had more time to play and do arts and crafts.
We ended our day going to an MSA event at the University of Illinois – Chicago for a lecture by Sheikh Abdulkarim Yahya and dinner. Afterwards we headed out to walk around the city and get gelato. During our nightly reflection, the conversation redirected from what we were learning from the kids to how we can apply our experience back home in Ann Arbor and our lives. We also talked about how this experience affected our spirituality and how much we have grown in the past couple days.”
Afrah and Sayf share their reflections on the fourth day of the MSA’s ASB trip to northside Chicago, working with Asian Youth Services.
“The day began with our usual commute to AYS where we spent the day cleaning and organizing the center in order to create more space for the multitude of children. The goal was to create a greater amount of floor space to better accommodate the children and their needs. Our efforts were rewarded with a neater and more spacious area for us to maneuver while tutoring and playing with the children.
The additional space encouraged the children to take advantage of available equipment that usually remains untouched, such as the foosball table. We were grateful for this additional avenue of interaction with the children, especially since we had been hitting a wall in our interactions with some of them. This new game provided an incentive for some students to complete their schoolwork and helped some of the more reserved children to open up to us.
By this point in the week, many of us were finding the children to be more comfortable around us. Some of the more quiet children became more talkative as we came to better understand their personalities. Everyday we have left more satisfied with our growing relationships with each child. Our time spent with the children has been increasingly rewarding as days have gone by.
At the end of the day, we caught a glimpse of one of the struggles that some of the children face. A few of the children were left at the center, unable to contact their parents to pick them up and they needed Shari to take them home. Sadly, this did not appear to be the first time a situation like this had occurred. We were reminded that many of the children face difficulties in their daily lives that those of us with a more privileged upbringing did not have to contend with as children.
At the end of the day we found ourselves struggling with the issue of how to apply some of the lessons we have learned in the last few days once our trip ends. We have been reflecting on our experiences these past few days and doing our best to understand the struggles we have seen. While it is not easy to relate to such different lifestyles we are trying to learn as much as we can from Shari and the children. Although we are only here for a week, we are hoping to come away with lessons that we can use to better ourselves and our communities.”
The third day of the MSA’s Alternative Spring Break volunteer trip to Chicago saw the team working with the kids of AYS again, as well as being part of the annual UM Alumni Association ASB dinner in downtown Chicago. Mishaal and Hussein share their reflections on the day.
“Waking up, the team was excited to start the day and head to the site to work with the kids. When we arrived, we immediately began working on the space. Even though it has only been a few days, we can see an improvement in the look of the center. The kids of AYS began filing in, as usual. As we were getting more and more familiar with it all, we jumped right in.
Today spelled something unique. It was the first time that we collectively prayed the asr salah here on site. While some of us were working with the kids, we got up in groups and started praying. There was a noticeable buzz and chatter amongst the children. Some kids turned their heads to watch, while others looked on with curiousity. They were tuned in to what was happening. The kids were really considerate, some going as far as making sure each of their tutors has performed the salah. Another even went out of his way to make sure we had room for sujood, pulling tables out of the way.
The little girls of AYS has questions of their own. One asked,
“Why do you have to wear that on your head? Why don’t the boys wear it?”
It was interesting to see grade school children asking these questions. The day went on and childlike wonder presented us with more inquiry.
“What are you guys?”
“We’re all muslims.”
“But you guys all look so different. How can you all be muslim?”
We loved expanding the children’s experiences and quenching their curiosity.
Organizing the site | Celebrations for Noah’s birthday and Sara’s acceptance into UM Pharmacy school
After this, we left northside Chicago and headed downtown to attend a yearly dinner held by the UM Alumni Association’s Chicago chapter. Three other ASB groups were in attendance as well. It was a nice experience meeting alumni from the Chicago area and conversing with them about opportunities that their association holds.
Since we were in a building that far exceeded our small-town tastes, we snuck out and took some pictures. On the 45th floor of the famed Franklin center, we were able to see a great view of the Chicago skyline.
Finally, we headed back to the YMCA for the night and discussed what we saw on our third day.