IS THIS “IT”?

Is this what makes being without a hijab attractive?
http://allafrica.com/stories/201310141195.html

Is this why they won’t let ’em young ‘uns wear it in schools?
Is this why when I wear it they look at me like mules?
Is this what being liberated is about?
And when Muslimahs won’t participate they pout?

How many young girls will leave the event
with many a call card making a dent
Her night sleep ruined with wild dreams
Her hours at school by phone calls rent

Since when did baring it all become a prerequisite
for acceptance in a society not exquisite?
The same society where we used to all cover it up
And thought if you bared it you were a pub?

 

All of them shorties and clingies
Donning cloth as tight as cling film to the movies
And then we lament “heartless rapists”
C’mon guys, the clothes probably even had slits!

Would you really let your kids
In those things that turn your head
Out of your house or when your back is hid?
Right, thought makes your secretions acrid!

Whilst you are still grappling with
what “these girls” do to you?

Al-Moh

I had to dig out this poem 9 years after I wrote it.

Can’t say why, I can only pray, pray and pray that Allah touches the heart of the person mentioned. As what I feared when I wrote it 9 years ago, without knowledge of the unknown, has happened.

 

I’ve heard Al-Moh,

that the world outside A.B.U

is real tough, stiff and horrible

that the wrong people and even shaytaan

will want you in their clan

 

I’ve heard also

that there have been cases

of people who were brothers on campuses

and later became something else

when people’s eyes were somewhere else

 

I’ve heard all these

and so much more

make us a promise Al-Moh

that come what may

in Allah’s camp shall you be all day

 

Promise us that

when next we see

In Shaa Allah in the company of  Prophet Muhammad  SalAllahu alayhi wa salam and his wifeys

either speaking pidgin english

or heaven’s arabic

or even if it’s here on earth

that you shall In Shaa Allah remain that Al-Moh

whose write-ups got us fired up

 

PS: The fears expressed in this innocent poem, have come to pass. This has made me realise that I am in no small measure being shielded by Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala.  I can’t thank Allah enough. Indeed, “…….Qalilan maa tashkurun……” (Surah Ar-Rahman).

Alhamdulillah. Have you said yours today out of sincere shukr?

Please make dua for Al-Moh, that Allah opens his eyes to the truth once again and eases for him the difficulties which led to the coming to pass of my fears in the first place.

Wa Allahu Ta’ala A’alam

In The Presence of a Child

Guide your lips when a child is near

For children repeat the things they hear

Let no ugly tones be heard

No callous talk nor angry word

 

For it is a sin to mar the innocent

Language vulgar or unkind

Leaves its mark upon the mind

So let your speech be wise and mild

 

In the presence of a child

 

#Culled from Sheikh Sulayman Moola in “The Poetry of Imam Shafi’i”

Are Muslims Protected in The Nigerian Constitution?

Section 38 (1) of the 1999 constitution and Article 18 of the Universal Declaration of Human Right, provide:

“Every person shall be entitled to freedom of thought, conscience and religion, including freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom (either alone or in community with others, and in public or in private) to manifest and propagate his religion or belief in worship, teaching, practice and observance.”

In 2009, I was chanced to travel outside Nigeria. Armed with my International Passport, I headed for the US embassy on Walter Carrington in V/I.

Long story short, I got to the desk of the officer just inside the gate,  which is the first point of contact and first thing she said to me was, “you need another passport showing your ears or you can’t proceed with the process”. Taken aback, I could only mutter “Oh! Do I really have to do that?”

Khimar

And with dull, flat, seemingly uninterested eyes, she looked up at me and said, “you can’t go beyond this point without it”.

This has been the fate of so many sisters, mothers, wives and daughters in their quest to travel outside the shores of this country such that when a Muslimah has to travel, she thinks twice and prays more.

It still rages on today.

CASE STUDY #1

Muslim women who wear the Hijab are often asked to adjust it to expose their ears or to take it off completely to capture photos for official documents. More and more muslim women experience this trying to make travel passport . From the experience of muslim women I have spoken to in the course of gathering facts for this article, the officials act like you’re a fanatic when you refuse and they tell you it is a Federal Government rule. One was lucky, on one such occasion a muslim staff there mentioned to her it was all false and only after a senior member of staff intervened was she able to to take a photograph without having to be stripped of her rights.

In her words, “the same event played out a few months back at FRSC office in Ikeja, Lagos. This time, the Muslim staff I was referred to tried to convince me to comply. ‘Ko si nkankan mbe’, muslim lawa naa’ (it’s nothing difficult, I am a Muslim too) I was told. In the end I left without accomplishing my mission to the FRSC office and had to go to the Ojodu office where no one even took a second look at my Hijab.

More recently, yesterday, someone I know was told at the passport office at Obalende (very popular) to completely take off her Hijab or ‘take your papers and get out’. Sadly, scared, she complied. This is a document she needs to perform Hajj this year. How ridiculous is that! Appearing without a Hijab on your way to Makkah?!

CASE STUDY #2

Another sister who was at the Festac Passport office, same yesterday, was never queried about her Hijab.

What does this look like? Your guess is as good as mine. The outcome of your passport experience depends on the whims of the person at the capture machine or interrogation desk in my case. If s/he is biased against muslims he decides to humiliate you. Sometimes you hear people query, ‘what are you covering?’

Another Sister had a similar experience in Festac passport office in 2006.

‘I insisted that I would not show my ears and it caused a lot of uproar, the first “Oga ” that came around insisted that I remove it, I remained adamant, we were taken to another Oga who asked the woman who kept refusing me to show evidence dt I had to show my ears. Of course she had none and simply alleged that I was a fanatic and would not be the first Muslim she would attend to (very true!, more trouble on the way?). The oga mandated her to take my picture with my hijab. When we got into the room she stated all men should leave the room so that I could remove my hijab against her Superior’s directives. When I remained adamant, she said she would not take my picture and left in anger. Another staff came to take the shot. Alhamdulillah!

Sadly, lots of Muslim women are easily cowed when it comes to the hijab.

Question is:  Are Muslims (women or men) excluded from the constitution of this country in which everyone’s rights are enshrined? If we aren’t, then, we need to seek an official ruling on this  so that Muslim women can start to go legal on these situations. And claim damages too.

My story and that of the Sisters cited above are not the only ones.

One thing is certain in fighting all these. We need to get our house in order before taking this up, else this same so called ‘Muslims  lawa naa’ will be remain obstacles.

Back to my Li’l tree house

While my friends and I were discussing this, someone asked: Why are our Akhees silent! Why? This is their battle too!

While we were pondering a reasonable excuse for them, another said, ‘May Allah save us from this o. I read recently that a brother was told to shave his beard before he was snapped for his passport.

Well, I can’t confirm this but if it’s true and you are reading this, do say something please.

A Useful Reminder from the Prophet Muhammad SallALLAHU Alayhi wa Salam

“When you fear someone will harm you”. There are many duaas the Rasool sallALLAHU ‘ alayhi wa sallam has taught which if engaged in sincerely and with faith,positive outcomes are not far behind.

Hisn Al-Muslim – اللَّهُمَّ اكْفِنِيهِمْ بِمَا شِئْت

132. Allaahummak-fineehim bimaa shi’ta.

O Allaah, suffice (protect) me against them however You wish.
aameen

Right now, I’m thinking, some Muslimah somewhere would be thinking, on seeing this, that “these extremists have started again” #it’sasorryworldwelivein.

I couldn’t care less anyway.

Dear readers, our solutions lie within. We need to BE muslims, when there’s disunity, the Kufaars will always find a way to get at us, let’s start with re-orientating ourselves then take it up from there.

May Allah unite us all. Aamin

Blessing…

Same morning, same day as I birthed my son. 

Blessing came in few hours after I was done screaming, sweating from extreme cold and pushing. She came in to do her turn of screaming, sweating and pushing. Not one of us thought she could do it when we heard the gist surrounding her arrival at the hospital but Allah – Azza wa Jal – has His ways.Image

She had been brought in semi-conscious. Clothes and hair stained with blood and mud. The mud stain was explained when we learnt from the nurses, later on, that she had been slipping into unconsciousness. We learned she had been taken to a TBA* before being brought to the hospital when things got out of hands. Whether the TBA was registered or not, we didn’t know.

Those of us in the maternity ward, holding our bundles of joy or looking at them in their cots, really didn’t care. We just wanted her to survive the ordeal and with her baby.

I remembered praying fervently with lips dry from my own just ended session on the table. Oh! I prayed with the whole of my heart for her. I wasn’t even done saying my so many lines of prayers when we heard a tired grunt and the squeal of a new born.

Chukwuemeka, Blessing’s baby was born.

How we rejoiced in the ward that morning. Her mother who had taken to revealing the family secrets on account of her fear for her daughter’s life immediately had a new song in her mouth.

When she was brought into the ward about an hour later on her feet, though assisted, we all stared mouth agape.

Blessing is 14 years old. She hawks “yellow buns” for her mother and that was how she got pregnant. So we heard! The father of her baby had absconded. Only her mother and sisters now stood by her.

I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I wept for fear of the unknown.

Blessing had no idea how to hold the breast to her baby’s mouth. She had no idea how to hold Chukwuemeka’s head correctly and because she was so young, she tired easily. This was understandable for she had just been through something that still scared old women like me.

When she tried to nurse her baby lying down, she was yelled at by the nurses who labelled her lazy.

A 14 year old mother! Lazy? Each time they leave, I’d go to her, speak gentle words and see that she smiled before I left her alone. Her mother, single parent too, couldn’t meet the hospital requirements. We gave her from ours. Cotton wool, beverages, food, sanitary pads, under-lays for her bed etc.

Ah! I wept for Blessing. I wept for opportunities missed out on. I wept out of fear for her future. She caught me staring at her several times and must have been wondering what I was thinking. In the 3 days I spent at the hospital, I almost went out of my mind wondering what the future held for sweet little Chukwuemeka and Blessing. That was 7 months ago.

Yesterday, on my way to work, a baby in a woman’s arms caught my attention, then I saw the “show glass” of “yellow buns” and when I looked up to complete the sequence, I saw an almost familiar face, wasn’t so sure and it was the baby’s back I saw. I made a mental note to look again because the “yellow buns” had caught my attention.

When my bus stopped at Luwasa Bus Stop this morning, I looked out of the window to stop myself from hissing for the bus was stopping at almost every bus stop since we got on the bus. So I looked out the window, and there was Blessing chatting away happily with an older woman, her “show glass” of “yellow buns” before her. The other older woman had a baby sitting on her hips but when I looked closely the bay looked older than my 7 month old baby.

At this time, the bus slowly pulled away from the road side and we moved on. I was prepared this time to look at the same place I looked at yesterday. 

Same place, same time. Blessing’s mother’s face was the almost unfamiliar face I had seen yesterday. Today, the bus stopped again at that bus stop. I saw her clearly now. She was kissing and hugging Chukwuemeka. She had love in her eyes and smile for Chukwuemeka but that’s not what I’m talking about.

What does the future hold? For Blessing and Chukwuemeka? For both have distinct destinies.

 Blessing should be in school, not back on the streets where she was first impregnated. I made sure she saw me this morning and we waved at each other with smiles, remembering. I’ll be seeing and talking to her soon and I’ll keep you posted.

Welcome to my li’l tree house.