“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”

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This band has great rhythms, pretty much a combination of rumba, rai and even Chaabi.

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Friday prayer at the Blue Mosque

Istanbul, Turkey

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#friday prayer #jumuah #islam #muslims #istanbul #turkey #mosque #hagia sophia #blue mosque 


This body of work is an exploration of the extent of cultural appropriation and encourages a discussion about it. I give the appropriator and the appropriated the opportunity to defend themselves and create a dialogue between them, while maintaining a neutral stance myself. I am not attacking those who appropriate, merely educating and creating awareness. I’m also exploring appropriation myself, and discovering the carying degrees of it within this visual conversation.

I’d like to make this a long term exploration, with a lot more participants as a form of generation-wide debate. If you’d like to be photographed to add your point of view, please do not hesitate to pop me a message here or an email at and we could work something out!

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My Racist Encounter at the White House Correspondents' Dinner

"After this incident, I will no longer apologize, either for my faith or my complexion. It is not my job to convince you to distinguish me from the violent sociopaths that claim to be Muslims, whose terrorism I neither support, nor condone. It is your job. Just like when a disturbed young white man shoots up a movie theatre or a school, it is my job, as someone with a conscience, to distinguish them from others. It’s not my job to plead with you to shake my hand without cringing, nor am I going to applaud you when you treat me with common decency; it’s not an accomplishment. It’s simply the right thing to do. Honestly, it’s not that hard."

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#Wow #racism #islamophobia #hate 
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
— iwrotethisforyou (via abir-ibrahim)
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Masjid Okba 

Kairouan, Tunisia

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#north africa #muslim #islam #tunisia #mosque #masjid #architecture 

The Onion's Tips For Finding A Suspected Terrorist


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The Saudi Marathon Man : The New Yorker

A twenty-year-old man who had been watching the Boston Marathon had his body torn into by the force of a bomb. He wasn’t alone; a hundred and seventy-six people were injured and three were killed. But he was the only one who, while in the hospital being treated for his wounds, had his apartment searched in “a startling show of force,” as his fellow-tenants described it to the Boston Herald, with a “phalanx” of officers and agents and two K9 units. He was the one whose belongings were carried out in paper bags as his neighbors watched; whose roommate, also a student, was questioned for five hours (“I was scared”) before coming out to say that he didn’t think his friend was someone who’d plant a bomb—that he was a nice guy who liked sports. “Let me go to school, dude,” the roommate said later in the day, covering his face with his hands and almost crying, as a Fox News producer followed him and asked him, again and again, if he was sure he hadn’t been living with a killer.

Why the search, the interrogation, the dogs, the bomb squad, and the injured man’s name tweeted out, attached to the word “suspect”? After the bombs went off, people were running in every direction—so was the young man. Many, like him, were hurt badly; many of them were saved by the unflinching kindness of strangers, who carried them or stopped the bleeding with their own hands and improvised tourniquets. “Exhausted runners who kept running to the nearest hospital to give blood,” President Obama said. “They helped one another, consoled one another,” Carmen Ortiz, the U.S. Attorney for Massachusetts, said. In the midst of that, according to a CBS News report, a bystander saw the young man running, badly hurt, rushed to him, and then “tackled” him, bringing him down. People thought he looked suspicious.

What made them suspect him? He was running—so was everyone. The police reportedly thought he smelled like explosives; his wounds might have suggested why. He said something about thinking there would be a second bomb—as there was, and often is, to target responders. If that was the reason he gave for running, it was a sensible one. He asked if anyone was dead—a question people were screaming. And he was from Saudi Arabia, which is around where the logic stops. Was it just the way he looked, or did he, in the chaos, maybe call for God with a name that someone found strange?

What happened next didn’t take long. “Investigators have a suspect—a Saudi Arabian national—in the horrific Boston Marathon bombings, The Post has learned.” That’s the New York Post, which went on to cite Fox News. The “Saudi suspect”—still faceless—suddenly gave anxieties a form. He was said to be in custody; or maybe his hospital bed was being guarded. The Boston police, who weren’t saying much of anything, disputed the report—sort of. “Honestly, I don’t know where they’re getting their information from, but it didn’t come from us,” a police spokesman told TPM. But were they talking to someone? Maybe. “Person of interest” became a phrase of both avoidance and insinuation. On the Atlas Shrugs Web site, there was a note that his name in Arabic meant “sword.” At an evening press conference, Ed Davis, the police commissioner, said that no suspect was in custody. But that was about when the dogs were in the apartment building in Revere—an inquiry that was seized on by some as, if not an indictment, at least a vindication of their suspicions.

“There must be enough evidence to keep him there,” Andrew Napolitano said on “Fox and Friends”—“there” being the hospital. “They must be learning information which is of a suspicious nature,” Steve Doocy interjected. “If he was clearly innocent, would they have been able to search his house?” Napolitano thought that a judge would take any reason at a moment like this, but there had to be “something”—maybe he appeared “deceitful.” As Mediaite pointed out, Megyn Kelly put a slight break on it (as she has been known to do) by asking if there might have been some “racial profiling,” but then, after a round of speculation about his visa (Napolitano: “Was he a real student, or was that a front?”), she asked, “What’s the story on his ability to lawyer up?”

By Tuesday afternoon, the fever had broken. Report after report said that he was a witness, not a suspect. “He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time,” a “U.S. official” told CNN. (So were a lot of people at the marathon.) Even Fox News reported that he’d been “ruled out.” At a press conference, Governor Deval Patrick spoke, not so obliquely, about being careful not to treat “categories of people in uncharitable ways.”

We don’t know yet who did this. “The range of suspects and motives remains wide open,” Richard Deslauriers of the F.B.I. said early Tuesday evening. In a minute, with a claim of responsibility, our expectations could be scrambled. The bombing could, for all we know, be the work of a Saudi man—or an American or an Icelandic or a person from any nation you can think of. It still won’t mean that this Saudi man can be treated the way he was, or that people who love him might have had to find out that a bomb had hit him when his name popped up on the Web as a suspect in custody. It is at these moments that we need to be most careful, not least.

It might be comforting to think of this as a blip, an aberration, something that will be forgotten tomorrow—if not by this young man. There are people at Guanátanmo who have also been cleared by our own government, and are still there. A new report on the legacy of torture after 9/11, released Tuesday, is a well-timed admonition. The F.B.I. said that they would “go to the ends of the earth” to get the Boston perpetrators. One wants them to be able to go with their heads held high.

“If you want to know who we are, what America is, how we respond to evil—that’s it. Selflessly. Compassionately. Unafraid,” President Obama said. That was mostly true on Monday; a terrible day, when an eight-year-old boy was killed, his sister maimed, two others dead, and many more in critical condition. And yet, when there was so much to fear that we were so brave about, there was panic about a wounded man barely out of his teens who needed help. We get so close to all that Obama described. What’s missing? Is it humility?

Read more of our coverage of the Boston Marathon explosions.

Photograph, from April 16th, by Emmanuel Dunand/AFP/Getty.

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Assalam Alikum, I am so glad I came across this blog right now. Awesome just awesome

Walaikum Esalam

thank you! xx 

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Sidi Bou Said, Tunisia

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Jamming to Tunisian wedding songs? Heck yeah!

This song is courtesy of Imran’s awesome taste in music!

OMG yes! I’m not sure what it is about it but mezouid makes me giggle uncontrollably. In a good way though.  

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#love it!! #you can't not dance to this 


Women around the world respond to FEMEN’s ‘International Topless Jihad Day.’


Via Muslim Women Against FEMEN: “This group is primarily for Muslim women who want to expose FEMEN for the Islamophobes/Imperialists that they are. We have had enough of western feminists imposing their values on us. We are taking a stand to make our voices heard and reclaim our agency. Muslim women have had enough of this paternalistic and parasitic relationship with SOME western feminists. The group is open to all, Muslim and non-Muslim, men and women.”

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Currently in her late 70s, Algerian nationalist, activist and revolutionary Djamila Bouhired is a freedom fighter best known for her contributions to the fight against French colonial rule in Algeria as a member of the Front de Libération Nationale (FLN).

Born in 1935 to a middle-class family, Bouhired was educated in French schools. However, the colonial system of education did not have the desired effect on Bouhired as she she joined the anti-colonial revolutionary movement of the FLN working as a student activist and soon began working as a liaison officer and personal assistant to FLN commander Yacef Saadi in Algiers. Her brothers were also involved in the underground struggle.

Due to her good looks and slightly European appearance, Bouhired was able to seamlessly move around the Algiers and pass through road blocks set up by French authorities, which proved to be a critical asset in the militant operations of the FLN. Bouhired was one of three FLN female bombers depicted in the 1966 film The Battle of Algiers, and was also the subject of Egyptian director Youssef Chahine’s 1958 film Jamila the Algerian.

During a raid in June 1957, Bouhired was captured, arrested and accused of planting bombs in French restaurants around the capital, Algiers. Although not much is known about her imprisonment, Bouhired has said that both her and her siblings were subjected to torture under French authorities, claiming also that one of her brothers was tortured in front of their mother.

Bouhired was tried, convicted and sentenced to death by guillotine in July 1957. However, Jacques Vergès, a French lawyer who heard of her case and was against France’s occupation of Algeria waged a public relations campaign that resulted in immense pressure being put on France by international governments and human rights organizations. As a result, Djamila Bouhired was released.

She would eventually go on to marry Vergès with whom she had two children. The couple also established Révolution africaine, a publication that focused on Pan-Africanism and African nationalism movements.

Djamila Bouhired currently resides in Algiers and continues to be an active figure in many human rights and feminist politics in the country.

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So I came across an article today and it made me *hijabdesk* a little more than usual. Caroline Anning wrote about the two, polar-opposite modes of dress and whether they are compatible in Tunisian life and society.

The above picture was one of the accompanying photographs with article.

“Tunisia: Can niqabs and bikinis live side-by-side?”

This article highlighted the recent changes in Tunisian society after  Islamist Ennahda has been in power post-revolution. 

I find this topic fascinating and have blogged about the references to undergarments in Tunisian politics.

Obviously there is merit to Tunisian women being concerned about their rights being stripped as a Constitution is being re-written. And there is a shift in the way that religious Tunisians are practicing Islam; that includes ways of dressing.

Islamist Ennahda party has not taken away any right that were accorded under the now-fallen-and-disgraced leader Ben Ali.

Access and support for women’s clothing choices is a much-needed reality in a country that espoused more right and protections for women in most Arab countries.

But this, article was reductive and ridiculous and almost trying to tear apart seams of solidarity between women by politicizing clothing.

Now that women are free to wear niqab and hijab, that doesn’t imply that they will immediately start attacking their non-hijab wearing sisters. In many parts of the world, women, regardless of their decision to wear hijab or not, stand with, advocate and work with other women. 

They do not instantly vilify another person because of her outfit. 

The tone of the piece was also very patronizing:

As we chatted, she checked her smart phone for messages from her fiancee using fingers clad in black gloves.”

So it’s novel that women who wear gloves and a niqab can have an iPhone?

I live in Canada and wear hijab so I guess when I check my blackberry with mittens on in the winter it’s a completely MIND BLOWING scenario.

The piece reeks of the author’s naivety and lack of research.

She states: “It is also now not uncommon to see men wearing the garb of the conservative Salafist Islamists - long beard, skull cap and a thobe

Well, my Dad wears that outfit sometimes when he goes to the mosque or the pharmacy and he is certainly not a raging Salafist Islamist from Tunisia. 

Anning’s comments regarding a woman in niqab come across as condescending: “ Arije Nasser greets me in her living room in the dusty, wind-blown Tunisian town of Gafsa with the traditional two kisses on the cheek - but through a swathe of black material.”

Really? Swathe of black material. Because that sincere gesture and salutation is completely decimated by fabric?

Perhaps, this is a warning from the article’s author. If you’re ever out swimming in Tunisia, do be weary of niqab-sporting swimmers.

They may be on the hunt.

And any two-piece wearing woman is the prey.

Here is further proof of Bikini Dilemmas in Tunisia:

As you can see, the women who may seem to be enjoying their time in with kids or their spouses pool-side are really just trolling and planning an attack.

They may even have smartphones…


h/t @saramsalem

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