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Journal Entries -IbnAbuZaid

It was my first night here in Makkah. I knew no one, and no one knew me. I was simply a man walking

among these Arabian men, in this hot desert heat, minding my own business. I woke up suddenly one morning,

however, to an incredibly loud noise, frightening me, making my heart beat faster than the hooves of these

Arabian horses when in battle. I wasn't the only one who was disturbed though, for I found a crowd gathering

outside. I too joined them, bewildered at this most strange occurrence. There were people preparing their horses,

some speaking to their wives, their weapons ready at their sides should some demon be present to claim their

soul, or some enemy to claim their land. The men rode off into the unknown, and I watched them leave at a

cautious pace. And then, I saw something rather spectacular. A man, his hair flying in the wind, his elegant horse

striding like thunder, was approaching us. As he came closer I made out a person of unimaginable beauty, waving

his hands calmly, telling the worried Arabs that everything was fine. I was amazed at this! How wonderful that this

man had ridden off into the unknown before any other man summoned the courage, and now he comes blazing

back telling us not to worry, that he'd checked everything out. Remarkably, I had also heard in passing that the

horse he was riding was known as one of the slowest before this man had chosen it as his steed; it is now

considered one of the fastest. Most peculiar this man is. I must know this man.

I asked around about him the next day at the bazaar, for I grew drunk over this man's nature. They told me

that there was always a smile on his face; that he was soft-natured; never spoke in a harsh tone, even while

disciplining; never screamed; he was not one to seek another man's faults; he kept himself far from

argumentation, pride, and futile talk; that when he spoke, people listened attentively, with their heads bowed

down, completely still, as if a bird were sitting on their heads. They told me that he was patient, even in the

harshest of times, and during moments when a normal man's temper would ooze out of him. Truly, I thought, he

was an angel living among these people, but he wasn't, for they told me that he was never aloof, never away in

mind or heart when sitting in a gathering. They told me that he would laugh when others laughed and that he

would express surprise when others expressed it. He was beyond generous too, they told me, and he would never

say “no” to a person, for if he had something the other asked for on his noble person, he would give it

immediately.

I had heard enough about him, and my heart begged my body to tread the harsh desert streets in search of

the man. I soon found him, but before I could greet him, another man, disheveled in appearance, started speaking

to him. The noble man shook the unkempt man's hand, a smile caressing his face, so brilliant that even the moon

could not compare to it. They spoke, and the great man did not leave the other's hand until I saw him leave it first,

and the noble man did not speak when the messy man spoke, and the noble man did not look away from the other

until the other did so first. I was appalled by this sense of humility I had never witnessed before in my life!

I could not speak to him after, for he had left in a hurry to the sound of a black man's voice (I would find out

later that this black man was named Bilal, and that he was especially loved by the noble man I speak of so lovingly).

I observed, secretly, the great man, bowing, prostrating, worshiping. It was a nice pattern of movements, an active

definition of prayer I had seen for the first time ever: standing, then bowing, standing again, prostration, and then

once again standing, arms folded, in pure concentration; he was indeed in a world of his own. I sat there observing

when an innocent and beautiful child jumped on the noble man's back as he was prostrating. Surely, a mere child

has no worth when one is in devotion in the kingdom of God? But I saw this man maintaining his prostration as the

child played on his back with effulgent smiles and laughter. I too was moved to laughter at such play. And the

noble man, still maintaining his prostration, let this enjoyment go on, his back the playground this child harmlessly

played on. I started to weep when I saw such gentleness, and the children on the street jeered me, yelling

“Majnoon!” (madman) and laughing.

I was fed up with myself for not having made use of my life by not introducing myself to this man I hardly

knew, and so I got up the next morning and walked briskly over to where I thought he would be. On my way,

however, I met an old lady. Her face was wrinkled and her eyes deep-set; clearly an Arab woman who had seen

02//MAR 2012

far too much of the sun for one lifetime. She called me close and told me of a man, Muhammad, who was not

to be trusted because he spread confusion among the people and caused much disunity. Truly, I thought to

myself, this Muhammad character is not one I would like if I met him, for he is the cause of discomfort even to

an old lady who has nothing but death to look forward to. She was carrying heavy bags in her hands, but I did

not assist her for she was walking in the direction opposite to where I needed to go. And so I continued, but my

eyes caught a small speck of dust after which I was momentarily blind, as often happens in the desert. As I

rubbed my eyes, I felt someone walk past me, someone who walked with force and vigor, like he was

descending down a mountain. I turned around and there I saw the man I had been chasing. I knew not his

name to call him, and I did not want to disrespect him by yelling out, and so I hurriedly turned around and

began following him. He walked past some people and slowed down next to the old woman. I could not hear

just yet but I saw him take the bags from her and then walk appropriately and respectfully next to her. I eased

next to them, not too close to seem strange but not too far to mishear. She began complaining to him about

the same man, Muhammad, that she complained to me about and the man listened attentively. I overheard

her saying, “He's a bad man, not to be trusted, causes hurt, splits people, I hate him, I curse him,” all hateful

words the man lent his ears to hear. They got to where she lived and he gently gave the bags back to the old

woman, her face teeming with gratitude at this noble man who had helped her. She asked him softly, “What is

your name, young man?”

He smiled and said, “I am that Muhammad who people say has caused such disunity. I am that

Muhammad who people say has caused so much harm.” Her eyes widened in disbelief, as did mine. She said,

“That Muhammad would not have carried these heavy bags so humbly and with such concern. That

Muhammad wouldn't have walked with me to give an old woman the comfort of companionship. Ash hadu an

la ilaha

iIlAllah, wa Muhammad ar rasool Allah.” I too, taken aback and fascinated at the same time, felt nothing else in

my heart besides these words, for although I never did get a chance to meet him, I knew all there was to know

about him.

Be a Confident Muslim - Rubina Hafeez

An important characteristic for an American Muslim to have is confidence in oneself. Confidence is

what allows us to do what we want to do. Confidence gives us the power to do what we think is right and to

overcome pressures from society. From my own observations, insecurity is one of the worst characteristics to

have. I have seen that this characteristic can lead people down the road of regression from Islam. Muslim

youth want to be cool and fit in so much that in order to achieve this they sometimes lose sight in what is

important to them as Muslims. In American society, it’s not exactly cool to go to church everyday, listen to your

parents, and to dress modestly. There is a pressure to fit in and to do what is considered cool: partying, putting

ones own interests ahead of their parents, and dressing provocatively. If someone does not fit this description,

then they can be viewed as odd from the people who do live their lives this way. It is important to have

confidence in one’s beliefs otherwise it is easy to fall into the pressures of society due to one’s insecurities. It

truly is sad that Muslims can be so insecure that they feel the need to act and dress in a way that is not in

accordance with Islam (or even in accordance with the way they want to act or dress), just so they can feel

validated from American society. I would like to implore my fellow Muslims to stop and think about what you

actually want for yourself. Don’t put other people into the equation; just simply think if you did not feel

pressure to act or dress in certain ways from American society, what would your personal preference be?

03//MAR 2012

Syria: Our Test of Sabr -Abdur Rafay, UIC Alumni

To our horror, Bashar Al-Assad continues to ravage and massacre his people, a people who are under his

dreadful custodianship. Such a paradox! Bashar Al-Assad holds such a position that instead of protecting and

guarding his people from harm's way, he is the clear and present danger to his population. He heavily bombards

any threat in his path, be it a recently widowed woman, a premature infant, or an elderly man. His ruthless acts

have truly tested the Iman and courage of the Syrian people. Men and women alike favor death over surrender

in light of the savage unceasing violence. This death, inshAllah, is considered an honorable death in the sight of

Allah (swt). Despite the Syrian military destroying homes, schools, and hospitals, people still persevere and

remain determined to have their voice heard.

Penetrating deep into the hearts of these protesters, we find a unique trait that captivates onlookers.

What keeps them determined and focused, knowing that they may not live to see the following sunrise? Their

minds and hearts are filled with a distinct feature which Muslims grasp fully, thereby inspiring others to

continue their struggle for a victorious reform. This blessed feature is Sabr (patience) in the face of adversity.

Sabr is often times confused as silently standing and witnessing the oppressions and wrongs of our

society. Distancing ourselves from the vital issues and keeping ourselves busy with the spiritual aspects of

Islam's rituals: tasbeeh, duaa, and remaining unconcerned with the Ummah's state of affairs. All the while,

people including ourselves suffer from injustice and hardships. This type of silent suffering has greatly

contributed to our Ummah's decline. Misconceptions and fear from government repercussions have played a

major role in this.

Yet the true definition of Sabr is the opposite of silently accepting injustice or isolating oneself from the

evils of society. Sabr is speaking the word of Haqq (Truth) in front of the oppressor. Sabr is resisting the

tragedies that afflict our Ummah without fear of repercussion. Sabr is going about real change to achieve true

revival in our precious Ummah. The Muslims understand Allah's (swt) Laws so thoroughly that they are willing

to suffer any consequence towards triumph, enduring torture-filled imprisonment, loss of wealth, and the

ultimate sacrifice: loss of life.

Allah(swt) said, "And certainly, We shall test you

with something of fear, hunger, loss of wealth, lives

and fruits, but give glad tidings to As-Sabirin (the

patient ones, etc.). Who, when afflicted with calamity,

say: Truly! To Allah we belong and truly, to Him we

shall return. They are those whom are blessed and will

be forgiven) from their Lord, and (they are those who)

receive His Mercy, and it is they who are the guided-

ones." [Al-Baqarah, 2:155-157]

After reading the inspiring Ayaat of Allah (swt) in

our prayers deep in the night, it instills great motivation

that drives the Muslims to stand up for the Haqq in the

face of a brutal tyrant and his terrible regime. The deep understanding of Qadda and Qadr allows the true

believer to act bravely and forcefully without any worry about this temporary life, for these blessed defenders

of the Haqq long for the eternal life. A glorious life, as promised to them by the Creator Himself. We take these

Believers as our examples who exemplify the strength of their sabr and Imaan.

The Messenger of Allah (swt) said, "It is a punishment that Allah sends to whom He wills. Allah has

made it a mercy for the believers. There is not a servant who finds himself amidst a plague but he stays in

that land in patience hoping (for Allah's reward) and knowing that nothing can harm him except what Allah

has written then this servant will be given a reward like that of a martyr." (Al-Bukhari)

04//MAR 2012

...the true definition of Sabr is the opposite

of silently accepting injustice or isolating

oneself from the evils of society. Sabr is

speaking the word of Haqq (Truth) in front

of the oppressor. Sabr is resisting the

tragedies that afflict our Ummah without

fear of repercussion. Sabr is going about

real change to achieve true revival in our

precious Ummah.

Imam al-A'azam -Br.Saad Quadri

It is well known that forty years Imam Abu Hanifah (rahmatullahi alayh) used to pray his Fajr with the

wudu of Isha. In fact, he would only sleep for about an hour qaylulah (sunnah nap) in the afternoon. His entire

night was spent praying to Allah (subhanahu wa ta'alaa) to such an extent, when he passed away, a boy asked

his father what happened to the pillar that used to be in the masjid. The father replied to his son, "that wasn't

a pillar; that was Imam Abu Hanifah and he has just passed away."

So the story is that a man once came to Imam Abu Hanifah at the point in the day when he would retire

for his nap. Keep in mind that this was the only hour in which he would sleep the entire day and night. The

man came and knocked on the door of Imam Abu Hanifah. The Imam opened the door and asked very kindly

what the man had come for. The man told the Imam that he had a question to ask him, to which the Imam

told him to feel free to ask. As he was starting his question, the man all of a sudden told the Imam that he had

forgotten. Imam Abu Hanifa (rahmatullahi alayh) told him that it was OK and that he should come back when

he remembers. A few moments later there was a knock at the door again, and again it was the man with a

question. The Imam greeted him and told him to feel free to ask. Again, as the man was about to ask the

question he suddenly forgot. The Imam assurred him that it was OK and told him to return when he

remembered. Again, a few moments later there was a knock at the door and the man returned again with a

question, to which again he forgot upon being told gently to ask. Keep in mind that all this was occuring during

the one hour time slot that the Imam allotted for himself to rest. Finally, the man returned again to which the

Imam kindly greeted him, and this time he remembered the question.

He asked, "is feces sweet or sour?"

Imam Abu Hanifah (rahmatullahi alayh) thought for a moment and then answered, "it starts out with a

bit of sweetness when it is fresh but then turns sour as it hardens."

The man replied, "how would you know unless you have tasted it?"

The Imam replied, "it is not necessary to taste it in order to come to this conclusion. Through

observation one sees that a fly sits and tastes from feces when it is fresh but leaves it after time when it

hardens. The reason for this is because initially there is a bit of sweetness which eventually turns sour."

Upon this reply the man fell to the feet of Imam Abu Hanifah and begged for his forgiveness and told

him that he had heard the rumors of an innovative and deviant scholar named Abu Hanifah. He came to see

for himself of this man but when he saw the utmost ettiqutte that was presented during their interaction,

especially since the man knew this was the only hour Imam Abu Hanifah slept, as well as seeing the great

knowledge he possesses, it became clear that the rumors and accusations were all false.

May Allah (subhanahu wa ta'alaa) make us like the true believers who once walked the Earth.

What an honor to die as a martyr, to be placed within the same ranks as the great warrior Hamza (ra) on the

Day of Judgment for all the creations to witness.

The Prophet (saw) said, "No fatigue, nor disease, nor sorrow, nor sadness, nor hurt, nor distress

befalls a Muslim, even if it were the prick he receives from a thorn, but that Allah expiates some of his sins

for that." (Al-Bukhari)

Remain steadfast my dear brothers and sisters. Inshallah, by enduring the great calamities brought

down upon you, you shall enter the Heavens pure and untainted as the day you were born. Syria, rest assure,

Jannah is so close to you that your bloodshed will not be lost in vain. The Prophet (saw) expressed the

goodness and blessing of the Ahl ash-Sham, "O Allah bestow your blessings on our Shaam. O Allah bestow

your blessings on our Yemen." (Al-Bukhari) Carry that glad tidings with you to your grave. Inshallah our

Ummah's calamity will soon be relieved and Islam's glorious light will fill our skies as promised by the Creator

of the universe. Allah (swt) comforted His Believers with the following ayah:

"Indeed, Allah defends those who have believed. Indeed, Allah does not like everyone treacherous and

ungrateful." [Al-Hajj, 22:38]

05//MAR 2012

A Poem for My Mother -Nida Iftekaruddin

They say Heaven lies under

The feet of your mother

But with her in my life

I got heaven everyday.

The clocks are ticking faster

To the Day we meet out Master

And we’re lined up one by one

To get our due for the Hereafter.

Nothing I do can ever repay her

Even giving my life wouldn’t make it happen.

I hope my good deeds will be the reason

She marches into His Garden.

For every day that I fasted

Or every person that I helped

How much of it counts, only Allah knows.

May each deed be a jewel

Worn by my mother

May she be covered from her head to toes.

I want to build a house for her

With gold walls and saffron carpet.

I want honey fountains and biryani trees

So much more than my mind can imagine.

I’m working hard right now

Day and night, construction has begun.

I pray that all my deeds are accepted

So I can chill in this mansion with my mum.

For all the nights she worried

About my well-being

And for all the times I couldn’t care less,

I pray she forgives me

Because I’m finally seeing

That my Lord is truly Gracious.

For blessing me with a blessing

A model of beauty and strength.

A blessing to soften my heart;

A blessing to make me think.

That Allah knows me better

Than I ever knew myself,

So He blessed me with a life-line

Before I ever asked for help.

Passionate, caring, beautiful and strong,

Everyday I pray for this:

It would be another blessing from Allah

If I could amount to half of who she is.

Oh Allah! Guide us to Your path,

And forgive us for our flaws

Rabbir ham huma kama

Rabbayani sagheera

(My Lord! Have mercy upon them, the way

they cared for me when I was small. 17:24)

Mother -Maliha Syed

You wake up in the middle of the night just to see if your

children are asleep

You work hard day and night not for yourself, but for your

children

You go out of your way to bring a smile on your child’s face

You stand on your feet all day long to provide for your family

You come home with swollen feet but never utter a complaint

All you want is for your children to be happy, to have a

successful future, to be good human beings.

No matter what we do in return, it can never be equivalent to

all you have done for us

Our pain is nothing compared to yours

Our struggle is nothing compared to yours

You put your life on hold when it comes to your children

The least we can do is give you the love and respect you

deserve

And make dua’a to Allah (SWT) to ease your pain, give you

strength, and forgive us all

You are the one who is to be treated with the best

companionship

Therefore, it is our duty to lay a soft loving path for you to

walk on

After all, it is beneath your beautiful feet where Jannah lies.

In Perspective - Adil Qaisar

His image in the mirror was blocked

Was not himself but the fear had stopped

But he was stuck on the path, and his steering was locked

He made no progress so his hearing had stopped

No longer progressing, became a parody

Was living a lie, but claimed clarity

What he had lacked to himself was verity

What he lacked to others was charity

What he needed was spiritual therapy

Gained respect of life through self, not inherently

Through experience, achieved a greater perspective

Realized respect is required, and is not an elective

Hidden Answers

–Mustafa Husssaini

The association that I once adored

Knowing the truth was folklore

As I opened the door

I felt sick to the floor

The truth which bleeds

The sins which scream

This is not a dream

And the nightmare is what I see

The deeds have been done

No one heeds the advice that was uttered to one

The actions are done

The voices that are sung

In the prayers to which we fold

Calling out Allah to save us from the horrors that are told

But people have become passive in these halls

Republican and Democrat alike

I wish I could take a hike to place of sunlight and sight

That sin could be forgiven

Even if it is hidden

But the monster we have become

Could be cured by fighting for the rights of all

Because after 80 years we fall

And together we are brought into a hall

To give the answers to that was hidden

Calling out to Allah to save us from all that is written

07//MAR 2012

Etiquette of Salaam -Asra Hasan

Rasulullah (SAW) said, “You shall not enter Heaven unless you have Faith and your Faith is not

complete until you show love towards one another. Would you want me to show you how you can achieve

this? Shower your Salaam upon one another.” This hadith explains, in simple terms, the importance of saying

salaam in a Muslim’s life. Assalaamu-alaikum, a greeting in Arabic, literally translates to peace be upon you. In

Islam, it is a duty of every Muslim to give their salaam, as well as reply to it with Walaikum-assalam (peace be

upon you too) when another Muslim says it. This is mandatory because when we exchange salaam upon

meeting, we are actually praying for each other’s peace in life. This leads to closer relationships within Muslim

communities and is one of the signs of people who have Faith. In Islam, commencing salaam is one of the six

rights a Muslim has over another Muslim.

In the narration by Imam Ahmad, those

who commence salaam are the closest to Allah.

Commencing salaam is a Sunnah; however, it is

wajib to reply back to the salaam. In the chapter

An-Nisa (4:86) of the Quran it states, “When you

are met with a greeting, respond with one better than it, or [at least] return it. Allah takes careful account of all

things.” Likewise, if someone tells you to convey the salaam to someone else, this becomes wajib upon you to

do so.

With salaam holding great importance in Muslims’ lives, it is important for us to know the benefits it

comes with. Shaykh Khalid Abdul Sattar, teacher and director of Ilm Essentials, stated that Allah (SWT) gives us

many opportunities to earn rewards, from which one is as simple as commencing the salaam. The minimum

salaam is Assalaamu-alaikum which is the equivalent of getting ten rewards. Likewise, saying Assalaamu-

alaikum wa rahmatullah is the equivalent of getting twenty rewards, and saying Assalaamu-alaikum wa

rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu is the equivalent of getting thirty rewards.

Because salaam has such great importance in our lives, it is highly important to know the etiquettes of

salaam in Islam. Abu Hurairah (RA) narrates that Rasulullah (SAW) said when it comes to who gives the salaam

first, “let the person who is driving give salaam to the one walking; let the one who is walking give the salaam

to the one sitting; let those who are small in number or alone give salaam to those who are in a large group

and let the younger one give salaam to the elderly.” The purpose of these guidelines is to avoid confusion

between us upon meeting on who should say the salaam first and to avoid situations where both persons

answer each other’s salaam together.

When giving salaam to our family, Anas (RA) narrates from a hadith that when you enter your family’s

house, give salaam so that Allah showers his blessing upon you and your family. It is also mentioned that when

we visit our relatives, friends, and neighbors, we must

give our salaam upon entering their house. If our salaam

is not answered after the third time we should leave

their house because the purpose of exchanging salaams

is to receive Allah’s blessing on ourselves and those we

visit. Rasulullah (SAW) said, “Whoever then responds to

salaam, it is for his benefit, and he who does not

respond to salaam, is not from amongst us.” He also

said, “If they reply to your salaam then the angles will

return salaam upon them and if they do not answer your

salaam, the angles will reply to your salaam, and curse

them or they will stay quiet with them.”

08//MAR 2012

Because salaam has such great importance in

our lives, it is highly important to know the

etiquettes of salaam in Islam.

Having Good Akhlaaq:

-Abu Hurairah (R) reported: the Prophet (saw) said, "The most perfect man in his faith among the

believers is the one whose behavior is most excellent; and the best of you are those who are the

best to their wives" (Tirmidhi- hasan sahih)

Excellence of meeting with a smiling countenance and politeness in speech:

- Abu Hurairah (R) reported: The Prophet (saw) said, "It is also charity to utter a good

word." (Bukhari and Muslim)

Etiquette of eating:

- Aishah (R) reported: the Messenger (saw) said, "When any of you wants to eat, he should mention

the name of Allah in the beginning (Bismillah). if he forgets to do it in the beginning he should say

(Bismillah awwalahu wa akhirahu).” (Abu dawud and Tirmidhi)

-Umar bin Abu Salamah reported that the Messenger (saw) said, " Eat with your right hand, and eat

from what is near you" (Bukhari and Muslim)

-Ka'b bin malik (R) reported: I saw the Messenger (saw) eating with three fingers (the thumb, the

index finger, and the middle finger) and licking them after having finished the food."

When it comes to exchanging salaam between genders, Shaykh Khalid Abdul Sattar explains that if

there is fear of fitnah, salaam should not be exchanged and if there is a reason to exchange the salaam

between members of the opposite sex, keep it short. Furthermore, if a non-mehram (someone who you can

potentially marry) male commences a salaam to a non-mehram female or vice versa, it is not wajib for him/her

to respond back. If ever confronted by this situation, the person can either reply quietly to themselves or

ignore the salaam.

For confusion of saying salaam to someone who is performing Salah, Brother Saleh As-Saleh explains

the four opinions of Ulama thoroughly in his book, Points of Benefit Regarding Greeting a Person in Salaah

(Prayers). One opinion is that it is recommended to give salaam to a praying person because of the general

requirements of giving salaam to another Muslim. Second opinion is that it is plausible to give salaam to the

praying person, but it is not Sunnah to do so because the person is busy performing Salah. The third opinion is

that sending salaam is disliked in this situation because the person in Salah might get distracted and accidently

respond back-thus causing the prayer to be nullified. The fourth opinion is that it is not preferable to say

salaam, unless the other person has knowledge of how to handle this situation correctly. Overall, we must

keep in mind that when one is performing Salah, they are doing the most important duty in front of Allah;

hence, it is preferable that they should not be disturbed.

We all have faced the confusion when it comes to saying salaam to non-Muslims. Many Islamic scholars

concluded that it is prohibited for Muslims to give their salaam to people of other faith. A hadith reported by

Abu Hurairah explained Rasulullah’s approach to this situation; he said, “You must not initiate the salaam with

Jews and Christians.” However, if a Muslim is greeted by a salaam from a non-Muslim, there are two different

approaches to handling the situation based on your school of thought.

According to Hanafi and Maliki, it is considered acceptable to respond to a non-Muslim’s salaam;

however, according to Shafii and Hunbali it is considered mandatory to respond to a non-Muslim’s salaam.

Islamic scholars have provided some ways of responding to the salaam given by a non-Muslim, for example,

the Hanafi and Maliki schools of thought suggests that we should respond by saying Wa’alaikum (and upon you

too) or Alaikum (let it be upon you) and no more. The hadith says, “When the People of the Book offer you

salutations, you should say: the same to you.” The Shafii and Hunbali schools of thought suggest that it is

permissible for a Muslim to respond by saying Wa’alaikumus- Salaam (and peace be upon you).

Overall, the fiqh and importance of salaam are of great significance in the deen, not only because the

salaam is a greeting but because it is a binding contract between two people who both believe Allah (swt) is

the Lord and the Rasul (s) is His messenger. It is indicative of not just a different type of hello, but a bond

between people who are blessed enough to belong to this Ummah.

09//MAR 2012

HADITHS

Confessions of a Chatterbox -Anonymous Coward

It happened a few days ago. I was having a conversation with a brother in the lounge - if you could call it a

conversation. You wouldn't be blamed for thinking it was one. I played the listening role pretty well, nodding or

injecting a brief "yeah" or "uh-huh" at regular intervals. What I was actually doing was coming up with these

really awesome things to say, and just biding my time, just waiting for him to hesitate or pause for even a split

second so I could blurt out that really awesome thing. This happened a few times before I realized what was

going on.

"What's wrong with me? I'm pathetic!" I told myself. And it really was pathetic. I was having a

"conversation" that I was trying desperately to commandeer. The worst part was this was done outside of

conscious awareness. "Wait a sec, buddy," my brain told me, in an

attempt to protect my fragile ego. "Didn't those ideas you were so

quick to blurt out have merit? Didn't they actually contribute to the

conversation you were having?" So I actually did some self-

reflection and dejectedly I realized the answer to those questions:

"Absolutely not." I was talking about some lame personal stories

and observations, relevant to no one other than myself.

So not only was I just dying to say what was on my mind, the

stuff I wanted to say wasn't even really any good. They were just

things related to me. I was trying to center the conversation on me.

Here I am in the lounge (for most of the day, let's be honest!),

running my mouth off loudly at every opportunity, saying whatever

junk is on my mind, talking about the all-important me.

What's going on here? Let me take a shot at explaining. What a lot of our motivation boils down to is a

fundamental need to feel loved, wanted, respected, and important. This is completely normal and everyone has

the right to seek this out. The problem comes when we take this a little too far. In order to make us feel better

about ourselves, the noggin starts to push a message: "Everything you have to say is important. You have smart,

clever, interesting, and funny things to say, and I'm going to try to make it as easy as possible for you to tell them

to the world." Then Shaitan (Satan) comes and embraces his opportunity to cause mischief: "Why are you

speaking so quietly? Speak up so other people can hear these great things you have to say! And why don't you go

ahead and talk about how such-and-such wronged you the other day? Other people have to hear about his

bogusness. Come on, man, make that hurtful joke. It's just a joke! No one will feel bad..."

Before you know it, you are saying bekaar (useless) things at the top of your lungs, hoping that your

fellow brothers and sisters and non-Muslims will hear about your awesomeness. And after hearing you, they'll

realize how clever and cool you really are. And they'll realize how lame and bogus such-and-such is. And they'll

think you're so funny when you tell that joke!

These are the lies we tell ourselves. It turns into an importance contest. I matter and nothing else does; I

matter and no one does. I'm so smart, cool, clever, I'm so real...I'm better than you, I'm better than him, I'm

better than her, and I gotta make sure EVERYBODY knows it!

Now we're in some deep expletive. Let's think about this for a second. Going from being shy, nervous,

desperate to be heard out and appreciated, all the way to the other extreme: loud, boorish, obnoxious, boring,

and condescending. I'll hate on and call out whatever and whoever, without a second thought about backbiting,

even though it's like eating the flesh of your dead brother (Qur'an 49:12). And I'll say that mean, harmful thing,

and maybe put someone down, then I'll laugh it off as if it's a joke (is it really a joke, or am I just saying that as a

license to say whatever I want?) And of course I'm not offending anybody because nobody's told me that I'm

offending anybody!

10//MAR 2012

This last point especially gives me the shivers. How many times have I said something stupid and

offensive, even if just a joke? Not just to one or two people, but practically everyone in earshot in the lounge. I

was never confronted about being offensive, but really, how many people would bother to confront me about

hurting their feelings? What if they want to avoid making the situation worse? What if they are shy? What if

they are too busy? What if they are making "70 excuses" for their brother and are letting it go? How many of

these brothers and sisters are keeping some small piece of hurt in their heart and walking around every single

day with that hurt that I caused? It kills me inside to even think about this possibility.

Please, take a minute or two here and think critically about the things you take for granted, such as your

interactions with family, friends, and strangers. Even if your case isn't as extreme as mine, do you see even a

little bit of yourself in this article? Be honest with yourself.

I pray that Allah forgives us of our shortcomings and deficiencies and helps us to overcome them, and

that he gives us the ability and foresight to think critically about each and every word that comes out of our

mouths, and all its attendant consequences, including the fact that we will be held accountable for everything

we say and do, in this life or the next. I pray that Allah helps us emulate the character of Prophet Muhammad

(sallAllahu alaihi wassalam - May Allah honor him and grant him peace); it is truly an understatement to say he

was a humble man who was kind to, generous with, and respectful of each and every person he met.

Standing Firm Among the Tides of Fear -Muhammad Hatib Umar

In recent times, the veiled activities of New York Police Department––specifically, the ongoing

spying on Muslim communities and student organizations in the area––has come to public light, and with it

public outrage and concern. More importantly, however, is the reaction and reflection this event prompts

among the Muslim community. On one hand, there lies a sense of outrage and a feeling of being wronged, but

on the other, one of fear and helplessness––the latter, it seems, holds a greater grip .

As noted by Seth Wessler, among other journalists, a “feeling of paranoia about being watched [has]

swelled up for Muslim students all over the northeastern United States...when they found out that indeed they

had been monitored, regularly and with troublingly free license, by the New York Police Department.” Perhaps

closer to home we've heard similar sentiments: ones of fear and unease, of being watched, of being judged, of

being recorded, and of being in danger––of being told to stay quiet, to remain detached, to ignore and move on,

and to leave such problems for others to deal with. But, Muslims, consider the greater implications these

sentiments and these fears mean.

Consider what fear is, in its truest sense––and how exactly

one, as a Muslim, should approach and understand such a concept.

In surah An-Nahl we are reminded that to Allah “belongs whatever

is in the heavens and the earth, and to Him is [due] worship

constantly. Then is it other than Allah that you fear?” (16:52).

Meaning that fear, in its purist sense manifests itself as a form of

ibadah and as a form of submission deserving only to Ar-Raqib, Al-

Hakam, Al-Khabir––the Watchful, the Judge, the All-Aware. Consider moreover, the misplaced fear we associate

towards people or events, which in reality have no power of their own, and which proceed only by the will of

Allah to “test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits” (2:155).

Therefore, returning to the original situation, one can view the events unfolding in New York, and the

like, not through the lens of fear, but through a perception of understanding––as a reminder that the time we

live in today, requires us to live by and reflect the religion we claim to follow. A reminder that, to change the

situation we live in, we must change what lies within ourselves––and to reflect these changes in the manners

we carry. To strive to make the perception of a Muslim, synonymous with good works, trustworthiness, and the

integrity to stand firmly for the truth––as people of substance.

...fear, in its purist sense manifests

itself as a form of ibadah and as a

form of submission deserving only to

Ar-Raqib, Al-Hakam, Al-Khabir––the

Watchful, the Judge, the All-Aware.

11//MAR 2012

Strengthening Akhlaq - Zeeshan Syed

Oh the things I would do to live in the time of Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W), for he is the epitome of

akhlaq. Akhlaq in English essentially translates as “disposition”, which is one’s “mental outlook”. It is the

Islamic behavior, conduct, and morals to which one should live by. Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w) had strength

of character unlike any other, as it is exemplified in this story; “There used to live an old Makkan lady who

hated the Prophet (s.a.w). Every morning he would pass by her building and each time she would dump

trash on his head. The Prophet (s.a.w) never grumbled nor said anything to her. However on one occasion he

passed by her building and nothing happened, so the prophet (s.a.w) went upstairs; worried she might be ill.

The old lady was terrified to see him. When the Prophet (s.a.w) said he came to check on her, she began to

cry. “What a good man you are, I ill-treat you and you enquire about my health. Teach me your religion,

teach me your way of life”.

Obviously there are a number of other examples, but I chose this one for its basic context and

because it deals with respect, humility, and altruism; traits not always present within our generation. And

this leads me to faith, trust in god.

I have never openly talked about my faith nor written about my faith, so this is a bit of a challenge.

Perhaps it is a challenge because at times I am a stranger to my faith. No, not the kind of stranger that

neglects it or avoids it; but rather a stranger who does not spend as much time with it. Surely we understand

the obligations that come with being a Muslim, but at times we don’t fulfill them the best we could.

Personally, I don’t read the Quran as much as I should, nor do I consistently wake up for Fajr the way I need

to. “Stranger” seems like a strong word to describe the relationship between me and my faith, so maybe

“acquaintance” is a more adequate choice of words; but even that isn’t what we should strive for. The best

way one can describe such a relationship is “best friends” and that’s where we need to get to, that is where

the Prophet (s.a.w) was and beyond. It is faith that improves our lifestyle, our hearts, and our akhlaq.

Khabbab Ibn Al Arat:

Khabab Ibn Al Arat was an Arab slave and a blacksmith by trade. He instinctively

understood idol worshipping to be an act of sheer ignorance, so when he heard the

Prophet's (S) call to Islam, Khabbab responded immediately and became one of the

first ten people to accept Islam.

Khabbab made no attempt to keep his faith secret and experienced brutal

persecution as a result. His own slave master, Umm Anmar was particularly severe

in her enmity against him. The sword maker remained firm and escaped from

torture when the order of migration to Madinah was given.

He fought alongside the Prophet (S) in the battles of Badr and Uhud and lived to

witness the expansion of Islam during the times of the Rightly Guided Caliphs.

Khabbab was blessed with ample wealth in his later life and would spend

generously on the less fortunate. He passed away during the Caliphate of Ali (RAA)

in 37H.

SAHABI

OF THE

MONTH -Raed Oweisi

12//MAR 2012

Hijab for a Week—A bit too much to ask? -Sarah Riaz

When I first heard about the hijab pledge, I

thought it was just a small little event that UIC was hosting,

perhaps something only the MSA sisters will take part in. When

I saw the flier, I didn’t think it was a great idea. I, for sure, did

not want to take part in it. Wearing the hijab for a week then

taking it off, that sounded a little crazy to me. What would

people think? How would I feel? It was an immediate response,

something that didn’t even need more thought. It was a

definite no. The end.

Then came day one of IAW and I was hanging out at the Dawah

booth. The atmosphere was

admirable- at just 10:00 in the morning, the sister’s side had begun visits from numerous girls- both

Muslim and non-Muslim taking this opportunity with excitement in their eyes and smiles on their

faces. The Muslim girls were helping the non-Muslims put the hijab on. Pictures were being taken,

everyone was happy; everyone was helping one another with different styles of the scarf. It was a

perfect moment of sisterhood.

After that, I was sitting in one of the lectures and I just could not concentrate. Something inside my

head kept reflecting at the moments I had witnessed earlier. I knew that it was still weird for me; I

didn’t want to cover my hair just for a week. But so many girls were doing it. If they could represent

my religion, even if it be for a week, why couldn’t I? These thoughts were rushing through my head and

before I knew it, I was back upstairs and someone was helping me pin up my hijab.

I was in the restroom fixing my hijab, and an African American girl next to me asked me a question.

She said, “Don’t you get hot in there?”

I smiled and explained that I was wearing it for the hijab pledge, and as our conversation progressed,

she asked about the hijab and Islam’s view on modesty. Our conversation probably lasted about three

minutes, but right after, she wanted to come with me and wear it too. She couldn’t wait to pick out her

new scarf and jump into this experience.

SubhanAllah, I thought to myself. All my confusions, all

my mixed feelings were answered within minutes of wearing

the hijab. I know that the girl I met in the bathroom didn’t

convert, but I also know that she was excited to wear the veil.

It definitely gave her a chance, an experience, and an

opportunity to learn more about Islam. It may have just

served as a week in her life, but this experience will surely

remain with her for the rest of her years.

This was only day one. The fact that one girl wore the

hijab and was able to experience what it may feel like to live

in the life of a Muslim girl is extraordinary. I know that this is

just one example; so many more girls had similar experiences

and were able to see Islam from a whole new perspective, clarifying misconceptions that they may have

previously had.

As the week progressed, the bus driver that said “hello” to me all year said, “Salaam.” The random lady

sitting across from me on the CTA going home from UIC said, “Assalamualaikum.” These are just a few moments

from my hijab- pledge week. The beauty and the warmth that I felt as a Muslim girl during this week are

indescribable and will remain with me forever.

I didn’t want to cover my hair just for

a week. But so many girls were doing

it. If they could represent

my religion, even if it be for a week,

why couldn’t I? These thoughts were

rushing through my head and before I

knew it, I was back upstairs and

someone was helping me pin up my

13//MAR 2012

A Week of Modesty -Sarah Jane Reich

I knew from the moment I woke up Monday morning this was something I had to do. No I am not Muslim.

No, I do not plan on becoming Muslim, yet the opportunity to embrace a faith different than my own could not be

passed up. Everyday when I see a Muslim woman it makes me proud. When a person shows their beliefs everyday

despite prejudice, it is inspirational. Their practices are an example of love and devotion. That is what I believe in.

Faith often stems from a type of love that springs forth from every cell, igniting a power too great to hoard selfishly.

I see this from people of different religions yet the joy that radiates from a Muslim woman was something I hoped to

experience.

The sisters were kind and inviting. When I walked up the stairs, the girl at the Muslim Student Association

table smiled brightly at me. As an “outsider”, at least to the faith, I felt welcomed. I don’t think people gave me

mean or funny looks. I hoped to invoke curiosity so other people would participate as well. With each step I tried to

show confidence, poise, and happiness. My wonderful Greek mythology teacher said something like, “Oh Sarah is in

costume today,” but she is a gem and this was not an insult. I felt stupid when I had been wearing the hijab for hours

and found out later my hair had been showing.

I ran into my friend who told me she was surprised that I was participating. How could I pass up something

that is such an honor and privilege? I would never wear this without permission thus this experience is priceless. The

first night before I went to bed I looked at my Qu’ran. The speaker on Muslim Basics asked what was “my book.” I

didn’t know I had written one. I finally realized the correct answer was the Bible, since I am Christian. However, I

could never limit myself like that. Knowledge should be free for everyone, even if it is learning about something you

don’t believe. Wisdom comes in many forms and it is found in many places, not solely the Bible. I keep my Bible and

Qu’ran next to each other by my bed. It makes me smile and think about the universal truths from each of them.

On Tuesday I was conscious of my “different” appearance when walking down my front steps and realizing I

had never seen anyone in my town wearing a hijab. I have lived in my town more than 23 years. I attended a lecture

about Islamic views on death. The speaker was engaging and I learned much about the beliefs. Once again I was one

of the only non-Muslim people at the talk. I consider it an honor. They took so much time to set this up I was lucky to

benefit from it. I went to another lecture about the Qu’ran and there were more people. I have taken religion

courses before but to focus on the Islamic faith has taught me more in one week than any semester long course

covering all religions.

It’s cool that I could keep my own style. My

identity was not compromised. It did not take away who I

am as a person. The sisters say I should go to the dinner

Thursday. I’m scared this week will end and once again I’ll

have no connection to this beautiful religion and the

inspirational people. With my social anxiety I cannot

remember any of the names of the girls I spoke with. I

hate that for their faces, smiles and accepting nature

remain in my mind.

This week was Ash Wednesday. I worried people

in the church would think I was trying to cause trouble by

wearing my hijab. I am Christian but I covered my head to show my acceptance of others and personal dedication.

The main question in my mind was if the Catholics in my church would accept me. While in church I felt like I had to

“prove” I belonged there. I sang every song sweetly, listened closely to each reading and the sermon, and made sure

all my movements reflected what I have been taught since birth. Most likely I was the main person judging me.

Dinner with my family Wednesday night was enlightening. I told my parents what I was learning and eagerly

they asked their own questions. I love when I can teach them things they don’t know. At one point my father said,

“One day maybe you will be Muslim.”

I have viewed Muslims collectively. With

only knowing one Muslim personally

before this experience I missed the greatest

thing about them, their individualism. Their

incredible devotion to Islam unifies

Muslims in a positive way yet makes it easy

to see only their faith.

14//MAR 2012

I never thought my Catholic father would speak those words. I was afraid to even walk in my house the first

day wearing the hijab. It just shows that no one should be judged based upon assumptions.

It annoyed me that I was not sure how assertive I should have been around Muslims. I wanted to smile

at all the sisters to show love for them but I worried this would be weird. I thought, “I cannot act as if wearing a

hijab for a week makes me one of them.” Sadly it is typical in America to avert ones eyes and ignore each

other. I felt anxiety on Thursday. Religion is extremely deep and it can overwhelm me. It was the first time I

wanted to take the hijab off. I kept it on but felt overwhelmed. Modesty is a virtue but I feel like I should

embrace my flaws and beauty openly. Wanting to creatively express myself in my style is for me, not God, but I

don’t think there is anything wrong with that.

At the dinner on Thursday I sat with girls I never met. They were extremely friendly and I did not feel

out of place. The speaker went over Islamophobia and captivated the audience. He made sense and made it an

enjoyable evening. I was told I could go to the front of the line to get food. I wanted to wait but about ten

minutes later food was brought to me because I was a guest. Not only was this kindness unexpected but the

food was incredible.

On Friday I met with all of the other girls that took the pledge of modesty. We discussed our

experiences. A photo was taken, cake was served, and I won the raffle. I received a beautiful hijab, just incase I

ever decide to do what my dad has foretold. This pursuit of knowledge was a noble endeavor but offending

others in the process is what brought me stress. As a non-Muslim I felt I could have insulted believers of Islam.

Then, I worried Christians would be confused or insulted.

A week has past since I wore my hijab. My henna tattoo has faded but my experience continues. I

realize I made a huge mistake and I was making it all last week as well. However, if it were not for last week I

may have never realized my ignorance. I have viewed Muslims collectively. With only knowing one Muslim

personally before this experience I missed the greatest thing about them, their individualism. Their incredible

devotion to Islam unifies Muslims in a positive way, yet makes it easy to see only their faith. I learned what it

meant to wear a hijab and how it felt. I learned much about the Islamic faith and the people in general. Yet, I

have much to learn about the individuals and this knowledge that cannot be taught in a seminar. Spending

time with Muslim women recently has opened my eyes. I can see the sisters I met are devout and beautiful but

I understand this comes from more than their beliefs and wearing hijab. Their spirit truly is the pearl and

knowing this is vastly different than understanding what it means.

A Little about Arabic -IbnAbuZaid

Arabic is an incredibly beautiful language, capable of communicating the most profound ideas in the

most simple and eloquent manner. The very recitation of Arabic works flows without obstacles and with a neat

fluidity which makes listening beyond pleasurable. It should come as no surprise then that Arabic was the

language Allah Almighty and All Wise chose to send the Quran down in. His immortal truths will forever echo

throughout eternity in the Arabic language! Surreal, no? Imagine understanding the words of the Quran when

you recite it or when you hear its beautiful recitation! Imagine the joy you would feel at understanding the

immense depth of meaning this book has to offer! Learn Arabic then,

and unlock the gems of our rich Islamic culture and the true beauty of

this magnificent book. Get some more benefit from it also since it's the

fifth most spoken language in the world and the language of our

beloved Nabi (S) and his faithful companions. Alhumdulillah, UIC MSA is

offering Arabic courses for sisters AND brothers Thursdays from 12-

1:45! It's absolutely free and we have an amazing teacher to impart this

knowledge on us! ‘Umar (may Allah be pleased with him) said: “Learn

the Sunnah and learn Arabic; learn the Qur’an in Arabic for it is in

Arabic”

Ahlan-wa sahlan - meaning “welcome” in Arabic

15//MAR 2012

Taking The Time To Lend A Hand -Henna Kauser Vohra

We all lead a busy life – no doubt – but in our rush, we often pass by those who aren’t as fortunate as

we are today. We complain about the uncomfortable lecture hall seats. We foster a temper when we are

accidently bumped on a crowded CTA, and we become furious with individuals who talk loudly during

chemistry lecture. Never did it occur that while you complaining about the seats, a woman and her children

had to suffice with the unpleasant sidewalk as their lodge. Never did it occur that the person who bumped you

in the CTA was a disheartened man who despite working all day didn’t receive enough to feed his family.

Never did it occur that although you can hear the loud person in chemistry, you failed to hear the tears spilling

down her face from losing her brother to a bullet during the weekend. You missed all of that because you led

your busy life in a bubble. Fortunately, I was able to slow

down my busy life to lend a hand to the less fortunate on

February 26 with Project Downtown at Masjid Dawah on

Chicago’s West Side. It has become an experience that I will

forever remember and continue to contribute my time to.

I signed up for Project Downtown within a

heartbeat. It wasn’t even a question whether I would have

time or not. The question that was running in my head was

whether I would blend in with the other volunteers who

seemed to know each other. Being placed with unfamiliar

people worries me more than being in an unfamiliar

setting. Initially, I felt hesitant since I wasn’t familiar with

many of the people associated with Muslim Student Association (MSA) or Students for the Advancement of

Freedom, Equality and Human Rights (SAFEHR). Their faces were familiar, but their names and personalities

were not. However, it didn’t take long for me to join the assembly line of volunteers who were making lunch

packs. I instantly felt the growing love as every item was being placed into the paper bags. It was a feeling of

accomplishment and change.

Although our services seemed to be little, the impact was tremendous. After setting clothes and toys on

the table along with the food, I observed the many people that surrounded me and was amazed at how

unprepared we were for the immense love that embraced us. I say unprepared because after we served

individuals, some joined our efforts in cleaning the abandoned lot across the masjid. Some of the volunteers

even engaged in play with the community children by playing football or drawing with chalk on the sidewalks.

The whole atmosphere of this small area felt dreamlike – here were these 20-some college students who may

have had an exam on Friday or had an upcoming exam on Monday, but they volunteered their time to a

community they never knew existed.

Volunteering with Project Downtown renewed my sense of responsibility to society and humanity,

along with my faith. I grew up in a community on the South side that is quite similar to this one of the West

side. I’ve done many types of services in my own community as it is marked as one that is struggling to provide

for their children; however, this time I felt that there was an invisible line connecting us all through the

oneness of our faith. I’ve never felt that invisible line because I’ve always volunteered with individuals from my

community and those who I identify with culturally. This time was definitely different with individuals who may

not necessarily share the same culture or community as me, but share the same faith. By the end of the day, I

really felt a connection with Masjid Dawah, the community, and the UIC volunteers. I highly encourage

individuals who wish to make a difference out of the kindness of their heart to join hands with Project

Downtown – it will become a moment that you will forever treasure.

Although our services seemed to be

little, the impact was tremendous. After

setting clothes and toys on the table

along with the food, I observed the

many people that surrounded me and

was amazed at how unprepared we

were for the immense love that

embraced us.

16//MAR 2012

I GOT THE POWER! – Power to Peace -Nida Iftekaruddin

Roughly five miles west of UIC’s campus lies Garfield Park, a community much different from our own.

Once you get past the barrier of gentrified city streets, you meet blocks of abandoned buildings, empty lots,

poverty, and the small but powerful Masjid Da’wah. This is where we set up our tables of food, clothes, and

toys for Project Downtown. PD is an amazing initiative and was definitely a rewarding way to spend our Sunday

morning. However, in order to help our neighbors climb out of the pit of poverty, we need to do much more

than hand out free food once a month. The key to

change is education.

Garfield Park and low-income

neighborhoods like it are stuck in a system that has

been put in place so these people will not succeed.

A capitalist society cannot function unless someone

gets a hit. The average household income for a

family in Garfield Park is half of the rest of the United States. Keep in mind in places like Garfield Park, one

household does not hold one family. Often times, there are multiple families living in one apartment, all

supported by the income of a single person. In addition to the poverty, gang activity is very prevalent in these

areas. Gangs make people feel in power, as if they have a responsibility. These same gangs are the reason for

the high crime rates in areas like Garfield Park.

This cycle of poverty is a system. There are rules set in place to assure that this cycle continues, but

these systems can be countered. And the key is education. Knowledge is power. If people just knew about the

systems that control them, they could make a difference. Children need to be educated that there is a way out

of this cycle and they can be successful. Success doesn’t just mean a mansion in the suburbs. If they want to

live on the block, own the block, run the streets, they can. If they want power, they can have it. And they can

get it without drugs, guns and violence. They can get where they want to be through knowledge. Despite the

statistics that prove they are incapable, it is a fact that they absolutely have the capacity to learn and be

somebody. Knowledge is power. And knowledge is not just gained in a classroom.

It’s movements like Project Downtown that help with the start for change. It’s not the just the bags and

boxes of food, but the interactions with people that are important. Da’wah is a form of education, and it is one

that as Muslims, we should be experts on. The best form of Da’wah are our actions. When we greet these

people, shake their hands, give them hugs, and just talk to them, we show them that they matter to us. We

care about them. When we meet these broken streets with warm words and sweet smiles, we are showing

people how happy we are to see them. Because this is

what Islam teaches us to do. People will see the Muslims

and see Peace. And this is exactly the same Peace that will

help them climb out of the slumps they are in: this Peace

of mind and heart, which can only be reached through the

submission to Allah (swt).

May Allah (swt) bless our efforts in following His

Messenger (s), may He humble our hearts, continue to

choose us to be the lucky ones to visit Garfield Park, and

may He guide the people of Garfield Park to the ultimate

source of Peace. Ameen.

It’s movements like Project Downtown

that help with the start for change. It’s

not the just the bags and boxes of food,

but the interactions with people that are

important. Da’wah is a form of

education, and it is one that as Muslims,

we should be experts on.

This cycle of poverty is a system. There are

rules set in place to assure that this cycle

continues, but these systems can be

countered. And the key is education.

17//MAR 2012

MSA THIS MONTH

Another month of fun-filled events coming your way! Check “MSA THIS WEEK” Every week for details!!

March 14 – Brothers’ Art of Manliness

March 14 – Sisters’ Milk Bowl Continues!

March 15 – Islamic Theology Lecture #2 –Shaykh Omar Qureshi

March 16 – Brothers’ Milk Bowl – Basketball

March 25 – Project Downtown!

March 28 – Make-Up Workshop w/ Zainab Sozzer and Afifa Anwar

Looking Ahead to April:

Diseases of the Heart Workshop

Sisters’ Open Mic Night!

And More!! Stay Tuned! And remember, almost every Friday is a bake sale Friday,

so bake, buy, or donate! Support YOUR UICMSA!

2011-2012 Brothers MSA Awards -Nabeel Sayeed Brothers! Don’t sit around and agonize that your accomplishments and those of your peers have gone

unrecognized for so long. The time for you to get the recognition you deserve has finally come! The 2011-

2012 Brothers MSA awards are a way for YOU and your peers to be recognized for your great achievements.

It is simple enough. An email will be sent out with the following categories of awards below. You can

nominate one person for each category of award, and you must accompany your nomination with your

reasoning for nominating him. Be creative in your reasoning! No reason is wrong.

Just to note, any similarity of the below award categories with awards that are given in certain sports

organizations is completely coincidental. Your rationale for nominating your fellow brothers does not

necessarily have to have anything to do with sports (Why else would Nabeel Sayeed, a likely shoo-in

candidate for MVP, be so deserving of the award when he never goes to the rec center or plays any sports?).

Nominations, along with your justification for your nomination, should be sent to albayyanuic@gmail.com .

Furthermore, an email will be sent to the MSA listserv with a spreadsheet for nominations.

NOTE: Nominees must be male, Muslim students at UIC.

The categories for nomination are as follows:

Rookie of the Year – Freshman only are eligible for nomination. Goes to the best freshman overall. Could be

the one who did the most community service, the funniest, the coolest, you decide!

Iron Horse – Longevity is recognized here. The rest is up to you!

Coach of the Year – You decide who you think is most deserving. No guidelines for this one. Just tell us why

you are nominating whoever you are nominating.

Defensive Player of the Year – You decide this one too! How can a person be ‘defensive’? You tell us!

6th

Man of the Year – This goes to someone who unexpectedly comes in clutch and makes big time plays

when its needed.

Citizenship Award – This goes to someone who has devoted his time to serving us Muslims at UIC and the

UIC community at large.

MVP – Does this even need any explanation?

18//MAR 2012

Haroon Answers -Haroon Chaudhry

What do I do if my lab partner is someone of the

opposite gender? Well make sure to stay focused

on the subject at hand, try not to go off topic and

work on the lab as best as possible. Most of us like

to crack jokes and go off topic onto things that

have nothing to do with the lab itself. Just stay

friendly, stay relaxed, and be mature. We’re all

mature Muslim college students. And if all else

fails, just remember to go HAM! (Halaal as a

muslim).

What do I do if I have to meet my professor, from

an opposite gender, in office hours? At first you

should try to go with a group of friends or at least

one more person. Try to take another class mate of

the same gender with you, so you both can sit and

listen to the professor. If you need to take a friend

that is not in that particular class, have him or her

stand outside the door while you talk to your

professor, and let your professor know to keep the

door open. If these don’t work, make sure to keep

the door open while you and your professor talk,

let someone know where you are going, and make

sure to wear deodorant, because you will most

likely be sweating.

What if I’m on the metra and the only open seat is

next to someone of the opposite gender? Well if

he looks like a creep or smells like an MSA guy, you

probably would not want to sit next to them.

However, after a long hard day, take a seat and be

mature. There is no need to open up or start a

conversation,

(unless he is a

Pakistani

looking for a

rishta). And

remember

Drake says

YOLO but as

Muslims we

say YOLT! You

only live

twice, so

yawazwaz - Alhamdullilah @uiciaw was such a great success!

Great job @UICMSA!! So sad IAW is over :(

ImranQ26 - Chillin with Mufti @HussainKamani and Omar

Mozaffar in the pier room #UICIAW

jshams2 - A non muslim sister (hijab pledge)- "a smile and

nod from a Muslim sister really encouraged me to keep the

hijab on." @uiciaw #uicmsa

jshams2 - A non muslim sister (hijab pledge) said, "I didn't

feel oppressed wearing the hijab" @UICMSA @uiciaw

nida519 - I didn't want to be one of those people who is

afraid of something just because I didn't understand -

nonmuslim hijab pledger @uiciaw @UICMSA

nida519 - I'm tearing up. These girls are so strong and so

beautiful! What an awesome ending to an awesome week

@UICMSA @uiciaw #sisterhoodswag

Jshams2 - A non muslim sister (hijab pledge)- The 1st day in

her class, professor asked her,"Has there been another Great

Awakening?" LOL @UICMSA #IAW

jshams2 - Majority of the non muslim sister (hijab pledgers)

said, "I felt at peace when I was wearing the scarf and closer

to God." @UICMSA @uiciaw

nabeelsayeed3 - looking at some of the tweets and retweets

of @uiciaw really makes me sad

#WishWeCouldDoIAWeveryWeek #LovedEveryMoment #alH

#UICIAW

jshams2 - Met 6 non-muslim (hijab pledge) sisters this

morning & they said "it feels good wearing this head scarf, I

feel beautiful." @UICMSA #UICIAW

UIC IAW 2012 - JazakAllah khair (may God grant you

goodness) to all who came to and helped out with this past

week's events! #uiciaw

IAW tweets—@UICMSA

19//MAR 2012

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