Well it’s the weekend folks, and it’s finally another edition of the roundup. Since I’m off to America for a quick stop and Niagara Falls for a birthday party with an expected attendance of… oh, about 50 toddlers (yikes!), it’s going to be a quick, mixed bag this week. Also a little bit nostalgic — seeing that several of these links are years old — but are so fascinating and important that they’re making teh Internetz rounds again.


1) Jameela has been teaching children how to recite the Qur’an for 40 years. For free. She’s been blessed enough to go on Hajj four times. Her neighbours have always respected her and in exchange for her knowledge, cook for her, clean her clothes and give her gifts. She currently has 450 students:

I started teaching when I was 31 years old and at that time people used to call me Khala (aunt) Jameela. Then it became Amma (mother) Jameela and now that I am 70 years old, they call me Nani (grandmother) Jameela.

Read more of her inspiring story, The eunuch who found her calling as a Quran teacher.

2) The Opinionista lets loose with a rant about her Muslim community — saying publicly what many of us may have said or thought at one time or another. She takes on moon sightings, hijab, segregation, hate preachers, and religious superiority.

I am over conservative members of my community trying to impose religious teachings, practices and gender segregation in community gatherings, weddings etc and expecting women to cover their hair during a prayer that none of us asked them to perform…

I am over people not understanding that that secularism and atheism are not the same thing…

I am over my community telling women to dress differently to prevent being raped instead of telling men NOT TO RAPE.


Seriously, if a woman feels compelled to cover her head with a tea saucer when the Qur’an is recited out any heavy guilt or shame hoisted upon her by others… well, why don’t clean-shaven men instantly sprout beards or cover their face with a doily? It’s the least they can do.

ZOMG! German Muslims are GORGEOUS.

3) Have you ever wondered what German Muslims look like? Do they have cow bells on the end of their hijab pins or wear lederhosen to keep their ankles ready for wudhu?

In order to “dismantle traditional perceptions of Islam and offer a more rounded and complex picture of the faith,” Zenith, a German-language magazine specializing in Middle Eastern issues, challenged German photographers to capture images of Islam in Germany.

Go check out some gorgeous pictures of regular people doing regular, everyday things.

I only have one German Muslim friend. And she looks like… my friend.

I don’t count since I’m only half German. Yes, I wore lederhosen as a child.

4) This.is.brilliant. Fantastic. Imaginative. Wonderful.

Ages ago, Mohja Kahf penned the Lost Pages from Sahih al-Bukhari’s Chapter on Menstruation‏. But it thankfully and recently made its way into my life. I love it, and it’s a must read.

On the authority of Rizvana Bano, narrated by her niece Tamequa Jackson, that her great-grandmother who was a Companion of the Woman Who Loved Her Period, Bibi Moina the Truthteller (MGEH—may God empower her), said:

“Behold, my period comes. I start feeling soft and melted and sexy a night or two before, and want to be held tenderly and protectively and made love to mightily, and then I want to be covered gently and left to sleep a bonus sleep that is off the clock, no babies crying no kids homework no dishes no phone calls let my partner take care of everything for a few hours. And that is how I know it is coming, and it feels like an old, familiar friend whose face I love. For behold, I love my period. (She said this latter three times.)”

Hat tip to the ever amazing Krista Riley of Muslimah Media Watch.

5) Finally, an inspiring project exploring the lives of Black Muslim lesbians.

At the time this was filmed, the producer, Hanifah Walidah and director, Olive Demetrius were trying to raise funds to complete the project. That was about four years ago and I really hope they’re still working on it!

I wrote a poem just recently to my whole family. and I said: “Let me tell you something. I am tired of being invisible.”

My Grandmother is Catholic, my mother is Muslim, we got Christians… How do you all get to sit at that table and be 100% you? How, when you get to come to my house, I can lay out a prayer rug for you, been done better by Islam — but I respect that this is what you choose for yourself.

I can lay out a prayer rug for you, turn down my music down and watch you make salaat — but when I come and sit at that same table, it’s only 50% of me.

Because the other half, you all don’t like — so I can’t be 100%.