Only an old man appreciates the value of youth
Only a person afflicted with calamity can truly appreciate being free of troubles
Only the sick appreciate health
Only the dead appreciate life
Islamic wisdom (via cynicallyjaded)
Only an old man appreciates the value of youth
Only a person afflicted with calamity can truly appreciate being free of troubles
Only the sick appreciate health
Only the dead appreciate life
Islamic wisdom (via cynicallyjaded)
Here’s a recording of a man inspired by Sheikh Abdul Basit. This reciter is from a suburb called Surrey Estate (if my memory serves me correctly) in the Western Cape, South Africa. I once heard that he was invited to the home of Sheikh Abdul Basit to recite for his family because of the striking similarity in recitation style. The entire family is reputed to have been reduced to tears at the sound of his recitation.
His voice and breath control is amazing, Masha-Allah. He really immerses himself into this recitation around 03:40 in this recording. Subhanallah.
This is a view from a layman, an average Muslim, who was born and raised in South Africa. This is not the view of an academic, or a scholar, nor someone that holds any other identifiable titles as a Muslim, other than being one of the masses.
Given the generalisations about Islam in South Africa, I thought it prudent to share some real life experiences and observations about living here as a Muslim.
Islam was introduced into South Africa over 300 years ago by a Malaysian political prisoner that was banished to South Africa from his own country. He is commonly known as Sheikh Yusuf. He was largely responsible for establishing unity amongst the other Muslim prisoners or slaves that were brought to South Africa under the auspices of the Dutch colonisers back then. I’m not a history boffin, so suffice to say that this is largely accepted as the beginnings of Islam in this part of the world, in Cape Town to be specific.
Muslims from India were also amongst the indentured labourers brought to South Africa by the British colonialists. They subsequently established the biggest Indian community outside of India which is in Durban, on the South African east coast. A thriving and very active Muslim community exists there these days. So from the two opposite ends of the country, the Shafi’ee madhab was entrenched in the lives of the Muslim community in Cape Town with a strong Malaysian culture, while the Hanafi madhab was entrenched in Durban with a strong Indian culture.
From these two areas, Islam spread throughout South Africa with mosques and communities existing in every major city and most rural areas as well. Offshoots of these communities have dabbled in Sufism and have largely focused on establishing community services and charity organisations. Many large and very beneficial organisations that provide and facilitate burial services, orphanages, mosques, madrasahs and other essential services stem from the Sufi groups. However, there is also an active engagement across all communities of all madhaib throughout South Africa that play an active role in establishing such structures and support systems for Muslims in their communities.
The overall culture in South Africa is largely conservative with a strong focus on individual piety in the Indian communities, with a more overt community-focused culture in the Malay communities. Limited success has been noted in the spread of Islam to the indigenous black communities in South Africa, with this largely being blamed on the same conservative and insular nature that was engendered in the Muslim communities as a result of apartheid. One of the benefits, but also curses of apartheid was that it strengthened communities of similar racial backgrounds, but in so doing, also led to very little efforts focused on inviting other race groups to Islam. Hence the relatively stagnant pace at which Islam has grown in the country over the last few decades.
There is a significant interest being shown by other race groups in Islam these days, with reverts becoming more common than ever before. However, the Indian and Malay sub-cultures often isolates reverts from the rest of the Muslim communities when it comes to social events, but not when it comes to integration in the mosques. It’s a strange mix that takes some getting used to. Not that I’m condoning it in any way.
Generally, there is no shortage of bid’ah and bickering in many parts of various communities as is existent in Muslim communities throughout the world. But there is also a concerted effort by many to break the silence and the dogmatic following of tradition in the way Islam is practised here. Politically, Muslims enjoy freedom of religion and are able to practise Islam openly. The sight of women in hijab and niqab in shopping malls and public spaces throughout the country is not a rare sight at all.
The Tableeghi Jamaat is active predominantly in the Indian community, and have their own mixed bag of successes and failures regarding the ideas and principles that they seem to propagate. But I guess this is true about many groups and not just them. Overall, for a Muslim, South Africa is generally a very tolerant place to live, and the Muslim culture is mostly embraced, except by some of the old school predominantly white Christian communities that still hold onto the ideals of the apartheid era. This can be seen in the hurdles and obstacles that need to be cleared before mosques can be established in predominantly white neighbourhoods, and even more so in the resistance that we get in requesting permission to recite the adhaan out loud. But the Muslim communities have been able to overcome many of these obstacles, even though at times it takes up to 8 or 10 years to get permission to have a piece of land rezoned for the building of a mosque. So our struggles in this space mirror those of Muslim communities in other western countries as well.
There is a high prevalence of men, women and children that have memorised the Qur’an. There are also many established institutions that offer formal studies in Islamic subjects, mostly aligned with the Hanafi madhab in the form of Darul Ulooms. There is room for much improvement, as is always the case, but overall, Alhamdulillah, being a Muslim in South Africa is not as trying as being a Muslim in most other non-Muslim countries around the world.
Lab pe aati hai dua…a beautiful song by Dr Allama Iqbal.
I first heard this on radio when I lived in Cape Town many years ago. It always gave me goose bumps, and still does. I don’t understand Urdu, but the sincerity and melodious tone of it pierces through me each time I listen to it. It kept me company on many lonely nights before, despite it not being a love song in the typically romantic sense. I think the tasteful way in which the chorus is done by the children is also very appealing to me. I usually don’t like child choruses because they tend to scream at the top of their lungs in the name of fun. But such fun is usually unpleasant to sensitive ears like my own. 🙂
Sadness is…seeing Islam being watered down on Tumblr in order to maintain follower counts and appease fans. Finding ways to make Islam more palatable to those that are deliberately looking for loopholes does not invite others towards Islam, but instead invites them to a new permutation of what used to be Islam. This is the slippery slope that got the disbelievers into the position that they’re in. Look around and you’ll quickly notice the trends. The clerical hierarchies, the supposed tolerance for unacceptable behaviour, the contortion of gender roles, the ‘intellectualisation’ of the Sunnah, the formalisation of the acquisition of religious knowledge, the abdication of responsibility in social commitments, and so much more.
There is a huge difference, like night and day, between acknowledging our shortcomings in practising Islam the way it was intended to be practised, and trying to justify our shortcomings by assuming that some interpretations of Islam are incorrect so that we can condone our shortcomings. By the same token, there is an equally huge difference between practising Islam the way it was intended to be practised, and displaying an extremist view of how its rulings should be interpreted out of excessive piety. This is clearly reflected in the current state of scholarly pursuits because everyone feels a need to save Islam from incorrect interpretations but no one is willing to answer the question that begs to know what constitutes excessive questioning in terms of implementing the Sunnah. Something that I often contemplate, without arriving at an answer yet, is whether or not the actions of Rasulullah (SAW) was dissected to the nth degree by the first three generations, or was the dissection a response to the wanton deviance of those that followed?
Determining this has resulted in pursuits that are blindly excessive in most cases, hence the disconnect between the scholars, the wannabe scholars and the layman. In response, the layman, tired of being constantly blasted with rhetoric and condescension for having a deficient Imaan, retaliates by trying to justify why their mediocre efforts are acceptable, if not more meritorious than the wannabe scholars. The wannabe scholars respond by lambasting everyone with labels of deviance, blasphemy and heresy. And so the chasm between the groups widen, and Islam gets bastardised into a flavour-of-the-month for whoever endeavours to justify their view for a misguided audience.
Because of the wisdom of the current generation of ‘scholars’, we now have underdogs in the Ummah that see fit to establish their own institutions that promise to be more accepting and tolerant of the ‘deviants’ and those that are looking for loopholes. There are no loopholes in Allah’s laws. If you think you’ve found one, you’re either innocently ignorant, selectively obtuse, or downright deviant with insufficient sincerity to seek the truth.
Alas, my use of logic in trying to understand simple rules about being a Muslim will attract the venom of those that see logic as being a tool of those inspired by Greek philosophers because they (the accusers) are too blinkered to realise that Islam is logical in its practise, and divine in its faith. Every single ritual ever prescribed for us has a logical and practical purpose that either benefits us individually, or society collectively. And where the rights of society are impacted, such constraints will take precedence over individual liberties. But in the selfish atmosphere that we have engendered, it’s nearly impossible to even determine the rights of society any more simply because our focus is on individual piety only. We’ve lost the balance that Islam fosters, and instead have become obsessed with Islam as being a personal struggle and nothing more.
I feel extremely guilty but also bitter whenever I see photos intended to elevate the awareness and appreciation for women that wear niqab, and I despise myself for it. I’ve always held such women in the highest esteem. Living in a non-Muslim country, my respect for them was even greater knowing that they were establishing such modesty without anyone compelling them to do so.
But after my absolutely close encounter with the hypocrisy and cowardliness that exists in these circles, it has tainted my views about niqabi’s in ways that have made it extremely difficult for me to reconcile my experiences with what could be a very different reality. Anyone that knows me will know that I despise generalisations, or holding people to account for something that they’re not responsible for. I also despise dragging people down if they’re making an effort to improve themselves while others are constantly focusing on their shortcomings. I’ve been on the receiving end for all of these trends, and it’s for these reasons, among others, that I despise my current state that leads me to feel repulsed at the sight of a woman in niqab. In fact, the word ‘despise’ is an understatement in this context.
My negative experiences with women in niqab far outweigh my positive experiences, not because they were wearing niqab, but because of their actions and behaviours as individuals. So this is really a horrible case of memory by association that is really troubling me. I will let go of the association between my bad experiences and bad memories, and the act of wearing a beautiful adornment for women of modesty, Insha-Allah. But until then, this will always be a blatant reminder for me that the actions of those that appear overtly as Muslims can so easily taint the reputation of Muslims and Islam, and thereby drive others away from the beauty it has to offer, instead of inviting them through the simple acts that are beneficial and encouraged for us to practise.
The same is true for men that dress according to the sunnah, wear the full length beard, adorn their heads with appropriate head coverings, and attend masjid for salaah with jamaah five times a day, and then swindle people out of money in order to make a profit, or beat their wives up out of frustration at the lack of their own manliness, or abuse the rights of their workers because they have authority over them.
This is a pointless post, but Insha-Allah I’m hoping that writing about this for the first time in over a year since my horrid experiences with a niqabi in pursuit of a halaal marriage through halaal means will finally set me on the path towards putting that firmly behind me. It’s not a matter of needing to forgive, because that has already been done. It’s now clearly a matter of needing to forget.
I’m in a strange mood this evening. This simple yet serene photo brought tears to my eyes. The humble act of worship defines us in its simplicity, yet it’s the greatest demand ever placed on our egos. I cannot worship if I consider myself to be godly by nature. But I cannot submit if I consider submission to be a weakness either.
I dream of peace.

I’ve been waking up the last few days with this part of this specific ayat in my head. The full text of the ayat reads:
[Jacob] said, “Rather, your souls have enticed you to something, so patience is most fitting. Perhaps Allah will bring them to me all together. Indeed it is He who is the Knowing, the Wise.” ` Sahih International
Photo: (c) Cynically Jaded
N3 Highway heading towards Johannesburg, South Africa, December 2010