I always find Fatal Feminists thoughts an excellent critique.
O you who believe, when told “Space yourselves” in assemblies, then make space; God will make space for you. (58:11)
In August of 2012, I wrote a post announcing that a local masjid in my area was undergoing a construction project. The blueprint revealed that not only would women be relegated to a different area in the new masjid, but that the designated area would be much smaller. I asked you to write letters urging the committee to reconsider this. Many of you did, and I love you. I love you. Because no one else does this. No one.
The letters were not addressed by the reconstruction committee or any board member of the mosque. It is easy, I believe, to ignore the polite requests of the oppressed class–especially when there isn’t (as is expected when the oppressed class is women) a more aggressive group against which to compare…
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Fellow blogger Ray Saywaker recently nominated me for the auspicious ‘Very Inspiring Blogger Award’. I’m chuffed to think Ray believes my words to be inspiring and worthy of full frontal publicity. You definitely need to check out Ray’s blog FROM MAYBE TO ALMOST to see for yourself One lost & confused 20-something’s nonsensical account of the nowhereland of not-quite-adulthood draws from a fountain of wisdom with added devilish satirical twists that will keep you hooked. Continue reading →
People inspire me and I’m humbled by their spirit for life and resilience
On its webpage the museum declares itself a “vanguard of interactive and participatory experiences”. It calls visitors “to enter, to discover, to “unravel” and to “desypher” and yet the webpage (like the museum) only unravels a use of symbols from our multicultural dictionary: sharing, mutual, understanding, and on and on. Words that are as artistic and as rusted as the museum’s Corten veil that punctures the entry with a spray of holes; and so too, unfortunately, the museum “story” of Muslims in multicultural Australia is riddled with gaps.
Despite the promise there is no emphasis on our “Australian Islamic context”, and there is no resisting of “the temptation to orientalise the project”. We are an “ideal” other whose exotic achievements are listed hopefully for approval and whose religious entrails are squiggled into a seductive calligraphy that all awaits the oohing appreciation of the observing white gaze.
When you leave,
weary of me,
without a word a shall let you go