Stereotype me a Terrorist.

 

9/11 gave birth a new era of terrorism. I say this because we live in a time which isn’t really like any other. Crimes are committed all around the world with no compassion shown to who and what will be affected. From 9/11, 7/7,depletion of white phosphorus, uranium and drone warfare.

We also have a new age of stigmas, prejudice and stereotypes along with this we have desensitised ourselves to those we believe to be ‘terrorists’ or responsible for it. We have our expectations of people we do not know, whether this be based on appearance, faith, nationality or in cases now, even their name. When individuals commit crimes to hurt innocent people there are always intentions and motives that drive the individual to commit such acts to cause ‘terror’. So terrorism. As a nation of wealth, knowledge and prominent global figures, what stigmas, prejudices and stereotypes have we attached to this word.

The word itself I feel has a very loose meaning, it is an act of violence caused to bring terror to nations whilst at the same time it targets innocent people who ultimately also pay a price for it. When I mention this word we all have a rough idea of the race, faith and the appearance. There is no doubt that the media plays a huge role in how we portray a ‘terrorist’ we have a depiction in our head which is created and also reinforced by the media. Should terrorism now, only be viewed through those who feel ‘terrorised’.

Who ‘feels’ terrorised? How can one measure something like this? What has come out of 9/11, when analysing the aftermath do our loses differ much from war torn Afghanistan? Do the images that the media shows us of Afghanistan replicate ground zero?

The Bush administration backed by the Blair cabinet almost immediately responded by deploying troops into Afghanistan. What then happens to the innocent civilians that are massacred by our drones, we reply by giving them a mere title of ‘collateral damage’, individuals soon become civilians and refugees, these are the names we give to human beings that suffer loses. Are they not owed a right to life? Do they have the right to exist within society just like our children, elders and our injured?

Afghanistan paid the price for a handful of terrorists who individually committed a crime driven by their own intentions. What did the nation as a whole do.. breed the men!? This is our justification for raging a war against the entire country and its population. We have torn a country apart, destroying livelihoods leaving scars within the country which may never heal. Saying this now, how do we feel towards a largely; Muslim, bearded, burka clad country? Are we at sympathy with their dead? Are they also just like those who lost their lives on 9/11, do we show compassion and sympathy? During our silences on the anniversaries do we reflect on our dead and also those still dying?

This last week has justified how the stereotypes we have created impacts our trail of thought. The Boston marathon bombing was a terrible act of terrorism but the aftermath was not only embarrassing but a huge fail in American media handling. Instead of addressing the nations diplomatically with ‘we do not know’ it lead to an the unleash over social media of gossip. The race of the individual was never the issue. DNA/genetics however you want to put it, does not explain our actions and behaviour from one ethnicity to another. The question of race is irrelevant and should never have been a top priority in the search for those responsible.

Globally, when incidents like this take place, our first thoughts are drawn to the same stereotypes of a terrorist. If this is the way we think as a developed hegemonic power this needs to be reanalysed. Individuals commit crimes, individuals are therefore responsible. Why do we allow our justifications to be driven by comments such as ‘it was done in the name of Islam’ we are intelligent beings. Islam does not advocate murder of innocent. The basic fundamentals of Islam is that God gives and takes life. Thus contradicting the behaviour of ‘suicide bombers’ and the innocent people that die.

When a nation looks to its leaders and representatives at times of crisis we look for reassurance that matters are being dealt with expertise. Instead we were battling the same song of ‘race’ being the forefront of concern and not forgetting CNN’s John King’s comments. Why so many of us even insist on switching to such channels just to be misinformed with weak headlines and blatant racial hatred. The likes of these news channels and its viewers anticipated the possibilities of a bearded man of colour so the label of terrorist could be fulfilled. Lo’ behold we managed to narrow our search to two male men from a surprise, surprise predominantly Muslim Chechnya. Even this was a difficult concept to comprehend with difficulties of mapping it.

We are so dependant and comfortable by what the media and our world leaders offer us that we not only think they will provide justice but we also turn a blind eye to it. So where does that leave so many Muslim men and women just like me. Are we all merely a depiction of the same stereotypes?

Surah Luqman; 34


إِنَّٱللَّهَعِندَهُۥعِلْمُٱلسَّاعَةِوَيُنَزِّلُٱلْغَيْثَوَيَعْلَمُمَافِىٱلْأَرْحَامِۖوَمَاتَدْرِىنَفْسٌمَّاذَاتَكْسِبُغَدًاۖوَمَاتَدْرِىنَفْسٌۢبِأَىِّأَرْضٍتَمُوتُۚإِنَّٱللَّهَعَلِيمٌخَبِيرٌۢ

Verily, Allah! With Him (Alone) is the knowledge of the Hour, He sends down the rain, and knows that which is in the wombs. No person knows what he will earn tomorrow, and no person knows in what land he will die. Verily, Allah is All-Knower, All-Aware (of things).
Surah Luqman;34

On November 2nd shortly after Maghrib salah my grandfather passed away. He was not ill, he was fine before the events took place leading to his death.

Around 6 weeks after completing his trip back home he had been in the UK, shortly after Eeid’Ul Fitr, in them 6 weeks his Ruh has pushed him to visit all his family, to ask for forgiveness from us all and repent as his days like all of us were numbered. SubhanAllah, he took him away so peaceful, no cry, no scream, just the almighty name on his tongue.

I don’t know if me posting this is me grieving and in search of some reassurance that things will get better. I am the oldest granddaughter of the first son, my grandfather worshiped the ground me and my older brother walked on. we were everything to him. As clichéd as it sounds ‘you do not realize what you have until its gone’. I have definitely paid the price for that.

Monday 31st October, whilst at work laughing and giggling whilst tidying away pumpkins, my grandfather endured a heart attack in our family home which my father, aunts and uncles grew up, followed by the 3rd generation of children. Me. The one thing we are guaranteed in life came with its warrant.


Whilst undergoing the pains of a heart attack my granddad managed , fully consciously, recite his 6 shahada, ask for forgiveness from his wife, children, grandchildren and request he be lay to rest next to his father in his homeland. All in the time before the ambulance came to find him unconscious. Nothing pains me more than having to walk back through the house which my grandfather bought when first emigrated here, raised my father and me, knowing that these walls hold all our joys and sadness, first steps, first bumps which all seem so foreign when I remind myself that it was in this house Azraeel (a.s) came to seek the soul of grandfather.

He went into cardiac arrest on the way to the hospital, 20 minutes of CPR there was nothing, until, subhanAllah, there was a heartbeat, for over 42 hours he was kept on life support, no movement, no nothing. I genuinely believe Allah (s.w.t) gave him back to us for them two days so we can pray over him, forgive him and love him before he takes him away from this dunya. Reluctantly we began to prepare ourself for what was to come. We are travellers in this world and this travellers was reaching his destination. Emotionally I tried my hardest to stay calm, it all felt so sureal.

Reading Surah Yasin…
How can this be it? How does death come with no warning.. knowing any moment now his soul will be leaving his body. Hoping he can hear me. Giving my final salaams. Two tears fall from the corners of his eyes. This cant be it… still reading…

فَسُبْحَانَالَّذِيبِيَدِهِمَلَكُوتُكُلِّشَيْءٍوَإِلَيْهِتُرْجَعُونَ

So exalted is He in whose hand is the realm of all things, and to Him you will be returned.
Ameen…

Its like our recitation and the beats of his heart were synced.
Ameen… gone.

I am writing this post because the death of my grandfather has been a reality check that tomorrow never has been promised to us, we are only guests in this world, on a brief journey. This life is a sample of what is to come. Allah will and in this case did take life when he wanted and how he wanted. Literally in the space of 30 minutes he went from being well to gone. The only pain he encountered was that of the heart attack, the rest he slept through.

I don’t believe he has died but I also don’t believe that he is hovering around watching me, he isn’t god. I do believe that his soul is an everlasting creature and if we are both people of the garden, when Allah calls me to him we will meet again, he has simply passed on to another realm on this world, not dead;

Those who die in the way of Allah ( سبحانہوتعالی) do not call them as dead. They are alive, but you do not understand it’. They live in the ‘life of comforts’ after death until resurrection. (Al-Baqarah;154)

With this been the first death I have encountered of a close relative, I don’t quite know what to do with myself, people talk about him and I keep thinking his going to come back. I just pray Allah has mercy on his sins and he has taken him as a believer.


Ya’Allah, when I lose hope, help me to remember that, your love is greater than my disappointments and your plans for my life are better than my dreams. Give me strength to have sabr throughout my ups and downs, all affairs are in your hands Ya’Raheem and I accept that you are enough for me, my best guardian and I am grateful for all your bounties!

Al Hub aAs-salam

Introducing me…

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Salaams!! Hello, marhaban etc etc etc!

With so many successful blogs, I didn’t think there was anything more that I could bring or say that hasn’t already been done… but I thought I could squeeze something in… so this is me, sharing parts of my life which I think might be nice to share.

Introducing me, So my name is Syeda meaning noble one. I’m currently studying at University reading in Politics & Sociology. I find politics interesting, the last 5 years of my life has been dominated by it. I’m the future generation it is my responsibility to ‘politely’ correct the mistakes of the current generations, empower those less fortunate than me and scrutinize those oppressing them. There is no compromise when it comes to achieving a better world for everyone. It is a very overdue date to start questioning and trialling the 1% in our world who has achieved success at the price of bloodshed, war and violation of human rights in countries less economically developed. As humans it’s about time we start helping those people stand back on their own two feet and this is not by videoing the ribs of little kid. I despise nationalism, not even despise, I don’t understand this concept, we are one world right? With humans, animals and nature right? So how can one nation be superior over another? Economically yes! But no way does that leave a comprise in the rights we should have. Basic freedoms should be universal to everyone and if not, ‘we’ in the west should push for that elsewhere where there is an absence. I’m anti-imperialist it is a system that benefits some at the result of others. British colonialism has caused the absence of healthcare, disease, poverty, hunger and malnutrition of those who had the back end on it. We should be ashamed for the voids we have left across the world.

Liberty has never come from the government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of it. The history of liberty is a history of resistance. -Woodrow Wilson 

We need an essentially new way of thinking if mankind is to survive. Men must radically change their attitudes toward each other and their views of the future. Force must no longer be an instrument of politics…. Today we do not have much time left; it is up to our generation to succeed in thinking differently. If we fail, the days of civilized humanity are numbered.-Albert Einstein

I usually have a lot to say about everything and anything, good thing? I don’t know you decide. I thought it would be a good idea to vent out my questioning and opinions on the blogging bandwagon. For the last 2 years I’ve been undergoing a major self examination which alhamdulillah alhamdulillah alhamdulillah has bought me closer towards my creator, I can truly say I am falling in love with Islam. I wear my religion on my sleeve, Islam defines who I am, in no way am I perfect but my journey to get closer to the one who has created me will In Sha Allah correct my errors.  

‘O son of Adam, so long as you call upon Me and ask of Me, I shall forgive you for what you have done, and I shall not mind. O son of Adam, were your sins to reach the clouds of the sky and were you then to ask forgiveness of Me, I would forgive you. O son of Adam, were you to come to Me with sins nearly as great as the earth and were you then to face Me, ascribing no partner to Me, I would bring you forgiveness nearly as great as its.'[At-Tirmidhi 1878]

I am still on the journey of following in the footsteps of my mothers in Islam, I see this as a logbook of reflections of my life. Okay, so this is my first blog inshAllah I get the hang of it and keep going with it!!Stay tuned!!!

Al Hub aAs-salam<3