“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” - Audre Lorde.
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every time my father would ask
if he still had an accent
i wanted to tell him
your accent is the only correct way
to pronounce these foreign words
instead i shook my head
and he looked pleased with himself
This piece was written by Sania Sufi, a contributing member of Diaspora Defiance. the original posting can be found here: https://ilmkitalaash.wordpress.com/2015/01/08/daughter/
Oh my daughter, you have not arrived yet. But this heart holds so many prayers for you.
Oh my daughter, know that you are amongst His beloved. You will question existence, and I pray your questioning leads you back to Him.
This life is beautiful and your existence is a semblance of such beauty. Do you not hear the birds glorifying their Creator in the morning? And do you not see love in relationships He has placed in your life? Do you see the variegated flowers amongst gardens? See how they are able to bloom together, despite difference in appearance.
Know that every bruise, ache, wound, is His path for you to a more cognizant, more wholesome existence. You may not know, oh light of my life, but He knows. This Divine truth I must teach you.
My daughter, you will find His love in the most unexpected of places. Sometimes in growth that comes with adversity, sometimes in solace, sometimes in the company of others. Remember these multifaceted mediums of love, even at life’s worst. May it remind you of His purpose for you.
Become familiar with your core, your foundations, your sense of self. Laugh, smile, reflect, cry, grow, love.
Your imperfections are what make you beautiful. They provide a road map of your history, your narrative, your growth, your future. Take pride in this.
Oh my daughter, let me now prepare you for the greater jihad.
My daughter, there are those in this world who will cast your feminity as powerless. Their deceit is cunning. But you must remember one Divine truth: it is the flower that repeatedly blooms despite adverse seasons.
Be brave my daughter. You must walk through life as a warrior. Tread lightly. Softly. Do not let adversity triumph your right to happiness. But should you encounter a thorny path, do not forget the spear of truth, embodied in the brilliance of your intellect and in the boldness of your voice.
Meri jaan – how I wish it were not so – but you will undoubtedly learn of oppression. And when you do, do not forget the millions of others who travel in the same boat as you. Draw connections between your struggles, and do not forget the resilience present amidst your gathering.
When life distracts you from life’s path, you must remember and trust your fitrah. Take from the teachings of your traditions and those before you, for there is wisdom in them.
Know that you represent His amanah, and never forget this responsibility. Let this honor remind you of the respect and worth that you deserve, and never demand less. Let this honor also remind you of the rights people have over you. Live righteously, and be an example to those around you.May you embody the unwavering taqwa and yaqeen of Aasiyah, the curiosity of Ayesha, the wisdom of Khadijah, the empathy of Muhammad, the conscience of Umar, the beauty of Bilal, and the knowledge of Nafisa.
Recently I decided
to some research on this new Highschool program at York University for my
dissertation. It was in this new building with 7 floors with a floor for every religious group. I don’t
remember the name of the building butI
vaguely recall it rhyming with New Tudent Denture.But anyway. Take that in. How inclusive. It felt unreal, almost
like a well orchestrated romance to get students to agree to a levy increase leading to higher tuition fees. Alas.
But anyway, the
program was supposed to be this very ‘progressive’ system that allows students
to take about two technical classes, You know, something like Race and
Colonialism and say, Intro to South Asian Studies but the majority of the time,
students would be doing “social justice organizing”.
committed to the doctrine of Capitalism, specifically Neoliberal capitalism,
naturally I was opposed to this communistic savagery. I wrote my pHd on
Communistic Savagery. It’s on my blog. [DISCLAIMER: before you get any further,
this is satire]
in, I was compelled to take myself to this group that did environmental and
social justice organizing. You had a choice between the statists and the
race-basedor cultural groups and
naturally, the Harry Potter group. There was also this group that reminded me
sharply of the KKK, lets call them Basbara. I was naturally very nervous, as
one is when they start highschool. My plan was to go in as a participant-researcher. I would blend in with the natives students and base my dissertation on my findings. I was very nervous going in. What would I say? Would I be popular? What
if my classmates didn’t love me? It was very nerve wracking.
social stratification that is typical to any forthright institution that should be teaching the youth to WORK
HARD, ANYONE CAN MAKE IT was in place [This gave me some comfort]. I’m very keen on the Public schooling
system by the way. It gave us Stephen Harper. And he condemns censorship
school was a little different because it appeared that while the hierarchy of
attractiveness where the hottest most normatively attractive person in the room had the most credibility,
it also appeared that the person who could make the best case that they were
the most marginalized was also considered the cleverest and the most
insightful. They didn't have to have prior knowledge of what was required of them. On the topic of youth communication models, I
should note that I was pleasantly surprised at how sophisticated their slang
was. In other public schools I have done research in, students said things like
“that’s bae”, and “what a hot mess”. However, in this school, students said
things like “Check your privilege” and “black and brown bodies face systemic
violence”…and so as soon as I picked it up, I was accepted a little better. I
got popular. I made friends with populars. Look, it’s highschool, your
priorities are to make popular friends. I found that this was the general goal of the students, as is not atypical.
This slang or youth jargon was referred to in their language as “allyship”. Now let me tell you that you want to make alliances with the most oppressed people in this school—but they have to be the attractive people too. And if you were attractive, regardless of whether you were oppressed, you could say whatever you wanted. It’s all in my dissertation foreword. Secondly I should note that these teenagers also had dress codes. So the most popular was a. the most oppressed; b. the most attractive and c. the one who had the most piercings and tattoos [but managed to pull it off without looking like a White trucker or rock fiend. You had to be authentically tribal and etheral. Spoken word artists and other hipsters of colour (HOCs) seem to be what is in, much like I imagine rock and Justin Bieber are in highschools. I was particularly struck with how if You were a member of a community percieved to be conservative, like the savage, communist Muslims, you applauded for your tattoos and piercings. Because in high school, physical attributes and expressions are obviously considered characteristics that should merit individuals the utmost respect.
As a white man, naturally
I tried to make the case that I am poor [I am doing my pHd, okay? Being an
academic is hard. I have tried playing the Ukelele in Spadina but someone
dropped dead and their ears were bleeding. Naturally I was blamed. The court
case is on and I will be updating you soon. It was so hard. Additionally, I slept on the street in India when I went
to do research, okay? CLASS STRUGGLE]. These arguments didn’t work. So I
acknowledged my white privilege and decided to silently apologize. I was here
for research anyway. Focus. Focus. By the way I got new raybans.
Even though it
was the most reverse racist space I’ve ever encountered, they seemed to be
really fucking up. Look, I understand that by having an opinion, specifically this one, I have lost all my specimens friends in New Tudent Denture. If You're offended by this piece you can always leave.
you ask me, were these communists failing?
they weren’t really as critical as they thought they were. You can’t decide
that someone is the most credible based on how dark their skin is and how
traumatizing their lives might have been. That doesn’t mean that they aren’t
privileged in other areas, especially if they are devastatingly attractive. I
made friends with the hot ones with the sobbiest stories [the most
marginalized]. I found that often people who were equally or even more oppressed but didn't have as much charisma as the popular kids were shut down. This will be explored shortly.
other thing I found was that these hopelessly sad fools [albeit young fools,
it’s a hopeful beginning] had very low standards to serve as success pointers.
For example, as much as they promoted DECOLONIZATION and other charming
romances like AN END TO PATRIARCHY et cetera, they really aspired only to
witness spectacles. And even as a white man who is actually critical of Yoga
[my ex girlfriend who did her pHd in India called Chandni Chandni Rock explained that perhaps pilates were more culturally appropriate because we have to acknowledge our privilege as I am doing here], I was surprised at the hypocrisy of what constituted
these spectacles. Usually, being the most oppressive, I was the victim of these
spectacles. I would say something like “Oh I don’t like Jay Sean’s style”
[because let’s face it, why would a straight white POOR man appreciate such
music] and alas, it was time for the these very fervorous shrieky banshees
descending on me to call me racist. I now realize that to continue belonging in
the popular crowd, I must celebrate all things Jay Sean. Because he’s
oppressed. And his style is inherently superior. I mean of course I don't actually believe that his style is inherently superior but I wanted credibility. I wanted to fit in with them. I wrote about this in my
memoir. But my point is that this was considered a win for them. They
celebrated this so fervorously. The most popular girls were the ones who had
humiliated the most people. Apparently this is what their vigorous classes on anti-oppression merited. Even to me, [a white man studying people of colour but I ACKNOWLEDGE MY PRIVILEGE] this seemed a little bit hypocritical.
other priorities included being offended, being morally outraged and finally,
validating people in your clique for feeling this way. They didn't seem particularly keen on actually interrogating their views as they preached, and I think this was safety mechanisms for their obviously very delicate comfort zones.
on my last day, as I left this space, I felt a burden being lifted off my back, after treading on eggshells for weeks, wondering where these beasts came from, and after speaking to other folks
including racialised queer people et cetera, this proved to have been a shared experience…and
then I realized I hadn’t been in a highschool, I had been in the left.