Life is just a big fat exam

When I was younger, I used to look at life like a multiple choice exam. In my head whenever I was faced with decisions, I would think about the question at hand and the various letters of the alphabet that coordinated with each choice. I used to think life was simple- choose the right answer and the more right answers you choose, you’re closer to passing.

Some of the choices would look excruciatingly similar, but in some cases there was more than one choice that fit. You remember that annoying thing your teacher used to say where there might be more than one right answer, but theres only one best answer? Or those questions where you had to check all that applied, rather than just one? I hated that, but I guess in life it’s true. Sometimes theres more than one right choice, and sometimes you have to do all the right choices in order to get the question completely correct. I used to look at your success rate of life being the letter grade you got. How many right choices did you choose? Did you pass with honors or did you fail without getting a retake? Did you take advantage of the extra credit scattered throughout the exam?

I must sound like a nerd, I know. I mean who metaphorizes life with an exam? But in the most basic sense possible- life is all about multiple choice questions.

Everything you do in life is a choice. You choose how you react to situations even when you don’t necessarily like how you feel. You can choose to rise above or do what you’d be most proud of. But most importantly, you choose who you are. Often times we forget that every day is a fresh start. You don’t need to move halfway across the world to wake up the next morning and completely change your life. If you don’t like who you are, there’s nothing stopping you from choosing to be better.

I’m not saying that making the right choice is the easiest or the most obvious choice. You know how sometimes in a test you’ll be so sure that the answer you chose is the best one but it ends up being wrong even though you were convinced it was right? It happens. We make mistakes. We’re not expected to get a 100% on this test.

We can’t retake this exam, and thats the scariest part. But don’t forget that this teacher is the most forgiving of them all. He gives partial credit and theres tons of extra credit to boost your grade. Plus, He leaves a pretty big curve at the end of the term.

You have all the study materials. You have the example of the teacher’s best student, and even the guide the teacher wrote himself.

The choice is yours on whether you want to study or not.

 

 

 

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Finding Solace in the Unknown

At 18 (almost 19 if I say so myself) it sounds weird and probably naive to have learned some life lessons. When I was younger I never thought that entering college would make me want to be closer to my faith and community, but as I’ve started this journey I’ve met some amazing people that have guided me and I’ve learned some lessons I hope to never forget.

Just like maybe you have too, I’ve had some let downs in life. Whether it be getting rejected from an internship I had hoped to have gotten, or wondering what life would’ve been had I been somewhere else or gotten what I wanted, I’ve always found myself wondering why some things simply weren’t written for me even when I wanted them to be so badly. I used to wonder what sin I had committed that made me undeserving of all the opportunities I wanted and I would get angry not just at myself, but Allah. I would feel like quitting and I’d think: what’s the point of asking Him for things if He won’t give them to me anyways?

But one day, casually strolling through twitter I saw something:

“Allah makes the impossible, possible.”

That’s when everything changed:

I realized that possibility and impossibility are human limitations. Allah doesn’t have anything impossible or possible, because nothing would be possible without him. Who am I to say that something is impossible, or to know whats best for me in the long run? Who am I to know the plan the Allah has created for each and every one of us? Who am I to think that Allah can’t give me what I think is impossible?

I’ve learned how to change the narrative, and find solace in the unknown. I’ve learned that everything happens for a reason and believe in Allah’s love for his creation. I know Allah only wants the best for me not just in this life but in the hereafter. Instead of focusing on the things I don’t have, I’ve realized that the future holds so many things I don’t know yet, or things I never would have thought before and can’t imagine a life without.

While its easier said than done, subhanAllah I’ve seen such a difference in my life. At one point I almost feel as if I saw more blessings after changing my mindset. Slowly things started to make sense. I never would’ve been the person I am today nor met the people who’ve made such an impact on my life to shape me to who I am today, had it not all been part of Allah’s plan. Those setbacks and “missed” opportunities ended up paving the way for different opportunities that have lead me to have the life I have today.

Not everything that happens is solely for the benefit of this world. Often times I’ve gotten so caught on up this life and wanting the best while I’m here, that I forget that this life is not the only one. In fact, this life is merely a drop in the ocean to the rest of eternity. The trials we face in this life may seem like a punishment and we wonder why we’re facing such difficulties, but we forget the promises Allah has made us if we persevere through each hardship with patience and faith. If anything, these tests in life are means to humble ourselves, and get closer to our Creator.

I’m not going to lie, trying to let go and just keep faith is hard. There are moments when I look at the situation and a part of me slowly starts to want to slip back to pessimism and giving up, but I try to remember that trusting Allah not only gives me hope to make my impossible possible, but in the process I am getting closer to Him.

SubhanAllah, and alhamdulillah for the life we were blessed to live.

 

Getting Back in Touch

While I am extremely blessed to have been born into Islam, I always wondered how converts felt this connection with their faith. What did they feel that drew them closer to Islam? How did they know it was the truth?

Growing up as a muslim, I was told to love Allah and love my religion. But how can you love someone [or something] you don’t get to know?

A confession: Praying was difficult for me.

I felt discouraged because I could never focus during my salah, and I thought, “if I can’t even pray right what’s the point if Allah won’t accept it?” Prayer felt like a chore to me, like a nuisance my parents just kept telling me to do. I distanced myself from my faith because I didn’t understand it.

I had a friend who once took my phone and downloaded a prayer app. It was kind of like the app I used to track how much water I was drinking in a day, but instead this app helped you log the 5 daily prayers. I never really thought much of it at first, but it didn’t make an impact until I actually started using it. Every time you completed a prayer you could check it off, and the app would always send encouraging messages like, “you can still make all your prayers” and “if there’s a will there’s a way.” 

I started to pray not because I felt like I had to, but because I liked building a connection with Allah.I learned about his abundance of mercy. I understood what it meant to fear Allah, while also loving Him. I liked sitting after salah and just talking to Him about everything in my life. While it terrified me at first knowing that Allah is closer to us than our jugular vein, it was comfort in that He knew what was going on in my life. I made Allah my friend simply through getting to know my Creator.

Starting college at a small school close to home where nearly a quarter of the population is muslim, I never realized how much of an impact the people you surround yourself with make. Having a prayer room in school encouraged me to pray in school, something I had never had the courage to do before. But the best part was that having friends to pray with me, which made me feel more comfortable going.

Over the past couple of months I’ve noticed that the closer you try to get to Allah, the more content you’ll feel with your life. Islam fills this emptiness in your heart you never thought you could fill. There is a reason the first word revealed in the Quran was iqra (read), and it’s because in order to know your religion, you have to get to know who Allah is. You have to understand his mercy and love and the beauty of Islam to not only feel content in your religion, but also within yourself.

I realized that those converts found that connection in Islam because they asked for knowledge and through Allah’s mercy, that was exactly what they got. I also realized that this newfound connection was not something exclusive to newcomers to Islam, but to muslims regardless of their stage of imaan.

I’ve learned how to trust Allah. It’s hard in the moment to try and realize why things aren’t working out the way you planned them to, but I’ve found that by trusting Allah and believing that his plan is better than yours could ever be, you’ll find that in the end he knew what was right for you more than you knew yourself. I remember all those times I was frustrated with why things weren’t working out the way I had hoped they would, but looking back at it all now I’m glad at where I ended up.

Allah gave me what I needed, not what I wanted in the moment.

I don’t consider myself the perfect muslimah, for I am far from perfect. I still make mistakes and I am still growing and learning about my faith. But the point from all of this is if you want to get closer to Allah, you have to make the effort to get to know him. Trust Him, you won’t ever be disappointed.

If The Story Was Switched

CNN- “BREAKING NEWS: MUSLIM TERRORIST ATTACKS 3 STUDENTS AT CHAPEL HILL”

FOX NEWS- “MUSLIM TERRORIST TAKES LIVES OF 3 UNC STUDENTS- POSSIBLE ISIS INVOLVEMENT?”

HUFFINGTON POST- “TERRORIST ATTACK KILLING 3 HAS LEFT CHAPEL HILL CIVILIANS SHAKEN”

All over twitter anti-muslim tweets would be circulating. All social media muslims expected to apologize and condemn the acts of the shooter while they are basically required to hang their heads in shame. Hashtags containing the lives of the victims and tweets expressing how the world has failed, all because of the acts of those “radical muslims”.

President Obama would hold a press conference just hours after the shooting expressing his regret and his share of mourning with the citizens of Chapel Hill. The typical American pride and fight against terrorism speech would surely be included. America will not simply be shaken by these terrorists. We will not let them win against the land of the brave we call America.

Snapchat probably created its own snapchat story for everyone in the world to see.

All over facebook and instagram quotes and pictures against terrorism and striving for american unity would be trending.

But there was no shooting of three white students from a muslim terrorist shooter, in fact it was the opposite. On Tuesday February 10, 2015, three lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina were taken. The lives of Yusor Muhammad Abu-Salha, Razan Muhammad Abu-Salha, and Deah Barakat. But their lives weren’t worth reading about on mainstream media for another 24 hours.

There was no BREAKING NEWS headlines on Fox News or CNN. There was no condemnation of the hate crime imposed upon these three lives by critics and the President. There was no justification for the fact that these three lives were targeted because of their religion. There were no implications on the fact that “American Sniper” portrayed killing innocent muslims as something worth honoring.There was simply a deranged man who took 3 lives over something as little as an issue on a “parking space”. But that wouldn’t draw attention to the media.

There was no implications of the shooter being a terrorist. There were no anti-religious atheists expressing their regret for the actions of the shooter. After all, he was white. He’s not a terrorist, he’s simply going to plea insanity, right? It’s the fact that on the account of the Charlie Hebdo attacks the shooters were labeled terrorists yet a caucasian man shooting three innocent lives is not given this title. On both events innocent lives were taken. But one incident had shaken the world as an act of terrorism, and this shooter is just simply a man. He is not called a terrorist because he did not impose terror on the lives of white civilians. He simply killed those “ragheads” of muslims whose lives don’t matter anyways, right?

According to Fox News and CNN, only muslims can be portrayed as terrorists in the mainstream media. If a muslim is shot, to some this is viewed as an honorary action, to others its not worth reading about.

But that doesn’t change the fact that all lives, regardless of race or religion, matter.

I Am Not Charlie Hebdo

Like any other writer living in the United States, freedom of speech is pretty critical to what I do. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to say what I want, when I want or convey the message that I try to convey.

Last week, there was an attack at the Charlie Hebdo headquarters in Paris killing 12 people and injuring 10. The attack was initiated by a group of radical “muslims” claiming to have avenged the Prophet for the “satirical” portrayals by Charlie Hebdo.

Just a note for those who don’t exactly know, Charlie Hebdo isn’t a person, its a satirical magazine. While this magazine claims in their defense to mock everyone and anyone, I don’t believe that to truly justify anything.

Many of us living in the United States don’t really understand what it’s like for muslims in France. Effective in 2011, a bill in France was passed a banning on the niqaab or veil covering for muslim women in public. The bill also banned full body coverings which includes the islamic garment of a burqa in public locations as well. While the bill is in defense of public safety, its also a big sign of islamophobia present in French society. It also helps represent the hardships that many muslim women are faced in France. Not only a symbol of their religion, but something that many muslim women wear as their own protection, something in America we consider to be Freedom of Religion, is not tolerated in France. We in America can’t just simply jump at the gun for Freedom of Speech, but take little heed to Freedom of Religion.

You can’t expect a group of oppressed muslims to just not say anything

Also, this attack was not the first on Charlie Hebdo. The French Council for the Muslim Faith sued Charlie Hebdo for the caricatures of the Prophet in 2006, but the case was dismissed. In 2007, again two muslim organizations tried to sue the paper but yet again the cases were dismissed. You can’t say that muslims in France weren’t angered, and that they should’ve handled it maturely because clearly they did.

As a muslim myself, I personally condemn those who believed that taking innocent lives would avenge the prophet. I believe in principal and the value of life. The prophet himself handled his own abuse with grace and selflessness, and if he can react with non-violence, us muslims should be more than obliged to follow his footsteps towards peace. What they believed as vengeance turned into even worse.

What I do not support though is #KillAllMuslims. I refuse to believe that the acts of a few subjugate the entire population. I condemn the ridicule of every single human being on the planet, regardless of their race, gender, or religion. It’s hard to believe that we look down upon horrible atrocities like the Holocaust, a genocide, yet many Islamophobes don’t mind promoting the genocide of muslims. I do not accept the fact that many are rallying in the streets of Paris to show their strength and almost praise the heroism of a man who spit on the religion of another; that is not freedom of speech.

It seems as if if a muslim doesn’t tweet #JeSuisCharlie or anything with the remorse of what happened in Paris automatically labels them as a “bad extremist” muslim. Me being a muslim, I should have to apologize on the behalf of a rare group of radicals representing absolutely nothing of my true religion. I need to take responsibility and defend myself for the acts of a few. I have to prove to the world that I’m not the label being placed on my forehead. Being angered by the fact that a magazine was making a mockery of my religion should be an issue, but rather this “freedom of speech” debate is as if everyone is believing that mocking a religion is okay.

Instead, I will praise the man who defended those who offended him. Officer Ahmed Merabet, a muslim officer, died in his efforts to save those who spit on what he stood for. I will stand for those muslims who were attacked, and the 15 mosques bombed in France after the attack which weren’t even covered by the media, because “freedom of speech” has more value than the oppression of a whole population. I stand for the true meaning of freedom of speech. The meaning of being able to convey truth and justice of the oppressed against the oppressor.

Freedom of speech should not be something to cause harm, but rather to promote good. Being able to say what you want whenever you want without a care in the world for the offense of another does not make you free, it makes you arrogant and quite frankly, an ass. Where do we see ourselves in this world if we don’t care for another, simply because we have the freedom to say whatever we want regardless of who it offends?

I am not Charlie Hebdo. I am not someone who believes that a mockery of one’s religion is something to be praised for. I will not say that someone’s freedom of speech means that they can mock the oppressed, and say whatever they want with no regards to who it hurts. Where is humanity if we have no care for eachother”

Cartoon by Joe Sacco

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The Meninist Vs. The Feminist

A new trend has blown up on twitter of the “meninist” tweets. Most of this account’s tweets argue against the double standards not only women, but men face as well. It’s become ultimately the battle of the sexes.

These two distinct words when typed into google pull out these two definitions:

Meninist: a global organization of men that believe in and support the feminist principles of women’s political, social and economic equality. The following represents the platform we believe in (but the need for equal rights for women should be self-evident in this day and age).

Feminist: a person who supports feminism

If you look very closely at each definition- *newsflash* They’re exactly the same. 

I’ll admit, at first some tweets actually did have good points:

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How do girls expect to ask guys for their height and judge them for it, and then call him a pig when he asks for your weight? It’s conceptually the same, numbers shouldn’t be used to define a guy or a girl. Girls find it disgusting when a guy labels them for their physical traits (which does include weight) yet they believe no punishment should be made when a girl does the same for a guy.

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A woman should not be praised for beating her husband if a man is shamed for beating his wife. While the common perception of domestic violence is viewed to be predominantly women, nearly 40% of severe domestic violence victims are men. Yes there are double standards for women, but they also do exist for men as well.

But when it comes to making fun of feminists, that’s taking a line too far. 

Feminism stands for equal rights not only for women, but for men as well. REAL feminism fights for equality against both gender double standards.

What this account is making fun of is girls who think they’re feminists.

Feminism doesn’t account for believing in double standards and making all guys look bad. The truth is, not all men are bad. There are guys out there who respect women while placing value on traits and characteristics about what really makes her the way she is. A feminist isn’t someone who believes all guys are pigs and that women are just some damsels and distress who are always being oppressed and undermined by men as sexual objects. A feminist is someone who believes that double standards aren’t right not just for girls but for boys as well.
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Theres a common stigma that feminists are cocky girls who are basically hypocrites. They criticize men for the exact same things they’re guilty of themselves. But in all actuality feminists are just girls (and guys) trying to bring rights to women. And yes, there are girls who claim to be feminists without actually knowing what feminism truly means.

Feminists are the ones fighting for the girls around the world who don’t get to go to school along with boys. They’re fighting for the girls whose cultures believe that their job is only in the kitchen serving their husbands and raising children. Feminists are fighting for the women who are told they can’t do something just because of their gender. Feminists are activists like Malala Yousafzai, a 14 year old girl who was shot for advocating educational rights for girls in Pakistan. That’s what feminists are fighting for. They’re not sexist pigs denoting men, they’re women fighting for the freedom that many don’t even have.

The truth is, if feminists and meninists are exactly the same by definition, there shouldn’t be a bashing of feminists in the first place. I’m not saying all meninists are bad, but rather if they’re both fighting for gender equality, there shouldn’t be attempts to undermine each other. There’s no point advocating for gender equality when each gender tries to point out the flaws of the other.

Rant #1: School Edition

In our lives we have things we like, and things we don’t like. Many of us express these things of dislike in something called a rant. Guess what- this is a rant.

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1. Test Day = Ditch Day

There have been days when you are just so unprepared for a test that instead of failing, we take another (unofficial) day of studying. We’ve all done it, but then there’s people who just consistently never show up. For them, a test day is just a ditch day.  And it’s frustrating for the rest of us who despite everything get our stuff together and still show up for the test and try to do the best that we can. Whats worse is what comes exactly after-

“So what was on the test?”

First of all, you don’t even pay attention in class, you never do your homework, you don’t even TRY and then you try to know everything on the test beforehand so you get a better grade than the kids who actually did work hard and study. There’s no point of you even asking what’s on the test because considering the fact that you don’t even put effort you’re doomed to fail anyways.

2. The Homework Leech

 “Can I copy your homework?”

Anyone can understand that being able to balance school with other activities is pretty hard and sometimes you’re not going to be able to complete all the homework that you have. But if you’re load is just too much to handle where you can’t do your own homework and have to copy someone else’s every single day here’s a tip: DROP THE CLASS. You’re clearly not learning anything cause you don’t want to do your own homework yet you expect that copying someone else’s will help you in the class. You might be fooling the teacher, but that’s not going to get you an A on that next test. Stop being so lazy, its annoying.

3. The Question Whore

If you have to ask a question on absolutely everything school related for every lab or every assignment, not just every other student in your class wants to strangle you, but probably the teacher to. USE YOUR BRAIN. Half the questions you have are so pointless it was just a waste of class time to even listen to it. Yes, you need help and it’s okay but there is a fine limit to when asking questions has gotten just way out of hand. Stop slowing down the whole class with pointless and basically useless questions when we could be so much more productive.

4. The Fail Teacher’s Pet

Your cute attempts to try and sway the teacher are chuckle-worthy, really, but you look like a stupid idiot. Pretty sure the teacher hates you just like the rest of the class. Whoops.

This is just a few people on the endless list of school annoyances. Trust me, there’s more. But for now, let’s consider this part 1.

It Gets Better

In the middle of your most amazing dream, you find yourself hearing that distant beeping of your alarm. You open your eyes and look at the clock. Its 7 am. Wait. Its 7 am. You were supposed to be up at 5 am. What a great start to the morning. You decide to dress up as fast as you can and head to your car rushing to try to make it to school on time. On your way to school, you get stuck in traffic. Great. At school when things couldn’t get any more stressful you notice a hole in your new favorite shirt. Yet again, great. Oh look, a huge red zit right in the center of your face. That physics test you pulled an all nighter for? Came back with a big fat F. Rumors spreading about you? Even greater.

Can this day get any more perfect?

We all have those absolutely horrible days. Ones where the stress is just too much to handle. Those days when all you want is a big bucket of Ben and Jerry’s curled up with netflix and just bawl your eyes out with mascara running down your cheeks.. Your thoughts consist of “I hate everyone” and “I can’t wait to get out of here” while you angrily scribble on your homework. At this point in our lives, the basic question we always think of is ,”how much worse is this honestly going to get?”.

We’ve always been told that things get better, and that the world will soon eventually fall into place, but in this current moment that’s not even the slightest thought on your mind. As much as I hate clichés, I hate to admit it, but things do get better. I remember watching Bridesmaids and there was one quote that I will never forget:

“I’m telling you, hitting rock bottom is a good thing. Because there is no where to go but up”

We may feel like our life is truly coming to an end, but you can’t give up. You can’t tell yourself that all this effort won’t be worth it. There will be moments in our lives when all we want to do is scream and shout and just raise our white flags, but we can’t. Never accept defeat. Though this difficulty may seem like a big setback, it only will be if you let yourself consider it one.

When it comes to optimism and pessimism, we must make a choice.

How we view something will shape how we act upon it. If you tell yourself that your life sucks and it will only get worse from here, the truth is, it probably will. And no, it’s not because your life sucks, but rather you let yourself make your life suck. You decided that it was so bad that absolutely nothing was going to change, and so it didn’t. When you keep hope and tell yourself that things will get better and you will make it through, you’re going to be a lot happier in the process. Keeping a little faith and putting in dedication and hard work in the end will make your situation seem a lot less worse than you thought it out to be.

The point is:

Never lose hope and never ever, ever, give up. Our lives are what we make them out to be, and not based on anything else. The beauty about life is that every day is a new clean slate. A new morning and a whole new day. One bad day cannot dictate how the rest of them will turn out to be. Keeping a little optimism and faith will let in the sunshine. Just remember, storms don’t last forever.

We Used to Be Friends

We all have those used-to-be friends. Ones we used to be so close to and now, the distance is inevitable. Whether it was your kindergarten bestfriend who you no longer even make eye contact with in the halls, or your sister-from-another-mister who’s guts you wouldn’t mind shredding out. We all have those people in our lives.

There’s always different reasons as to why friendship ties fade away. It could be abrupt like ripping tape off your skin. The pain is massive and all at once. Your skin may be red at first, but eventually the pain fades away.

But it could also be like a candle. Some friendships are like a fresh lit candle. Sure it’s bright at first, but slowly the light dwindles away.

A fight that went too far, or just slowly creating distance. That’s the worse way to lose a friend. A slow, gradual, going apart from someone. When you look back there’s nothing to reconcile, nothing to fix. It’s just that awkward distance between you and them. Sure there’s the occasional glancing in the halls and the casual hello, but the closeness that feeling– it’s gone. It’s been replaced with awkwardness and a flutter of memories. That feeling isn’t there, but it’s little remnants are still present.

With a new school year coming up ahead, those faint we-used-to-be-close feelings emerge yet again. Seeing someone after 3 months is a little shocker itself. When you find out that your ex-friend is in one of your classes, it’s a confusion between happiness and do I really want to be around them?

But-

To all of my used-to-be friends: Thank you.

Thank you for all of the amazing memories. Ones where I was laughing my heart out and all my problems disappeared. Moments where I felt happy and secure and contempt with life. Thank you for giving me your shoulder to lean on, for all the tears and complains you listened through. Thank you for being my friend.

Thank you for the not-so-amazing memories. For showing to me that with every downfall I will be able to pick myself up. For helping me grow into the person I am today. For showing me the reality of this world, that not everything will go the way you’ve hoped for it to be.

To all my used-to-be friends- I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for whatever hurt I caused you. Whatever pain you went through because of me.

Friends come and go, but memories will stay forever.

So to all my used-to-be friends, your memory will be with me forever. I wish you the best of luck with your future endeavors and I hope that you won’t forget me, for as I will never forget you.

-Lubna

The Girl With The American Flag Hijab

In my last post, Islam and Muslim Are Not The Same ThingI had addressed very briefly about the woman on July 4, 2013 who had received a shameful amount of hate for wearing an american flag hijab. 

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Last year a woman on July 4th had had her picture unknowingly taken and was bashed on the internet where thousands of proud “Americans” wanted to “rip it off of her head” and even threaten to choke her. But its okay though, because they are TRUE Americans right? Ones who respect freedom of privacy, equality, and the freedom of religion.

The United States of America which promotes freedom of religion and equality to all; The country which accepts immigrants with open arms and is against discrimination and equal opportunity and treatment for everyone. This is the country which terrorizes an innocent woman for wearing an american flag imprinted scarf. 

Who knew that just because someone was muslim, they weren’t allowed to be deemed American.

There is a common misconception that muslim is a race. I’ve gotten asked a countless amount of times if I was muslim, and people automatically assumed that was my race and were in utter shock when I mentioned to be born in India. How can you be muslim and indian? This kind of goes back to the Holocaust when people considered Jews a race. We look back and consider that to be so stupid, but yet we still do this today. Just because someone is muslim, that doesn’t necessarily mean they can’t be Indian, or Chinese, or even caucasian. 

Islam is a religion- not a race.

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The amount of hate this woman received is absolutely disgusting to me. It shocks me to see the ignorance of some people. The amount of degrading comments she received. People talking about how they would urinate on her and even rape her. This woman did absolutely nothing to them, yet they still said the most hateful comments to a woman they’ve never even met.  

How is wearing an american flag a disrespect to one of America’s “most cherished” symbols? Please explain the logic to me of how its socially acceptable and “respectable” for an american girl to wear the american flag in forms of booty shorts but not for a muslim american to wear it as a scarf.

Wearing the American flag on your butt, is not respecting the “cherished symbol” its literally sticking your butt on it. Someone You might as well poop on it to while you’re at it. Someone compared the american flag to the Quran talking about using it for toilet paper. The American flag while on someone’s shorts is basically like it’s getting urinated on. You cannot justify that a girl wearing the most “cherished” american flag on her butt is more respected than a headscarf. But you wouldn’t tell a girl who wore it in the form of shorts that many disgusting things. You wouldn’t threaten her and degrade her like that. 

The problem is not the hijab, but the fact that a muslim wore an american flag. 

Muslims can’t be American.

If you saw any other “American” girl wear the flag, it would not be deemed disrespectful. Even if I was born in America, I’m a following citizen, and I even say the pledge in school everyday, I’m not American. Why? Because I’m muslim. Ever since 9/11 all muslims are stereotyped to be “un-American” and even anti-american. It’s a shame because the country which valued freedom and equality for everyone has its “finest” citizens bashing a woman, for what? Being proud of her country and not only representing her religion but her patriotism? Shame on those who gave her such hateful comments. Muslims are americans. Many of us today were born and raised in America and there is no way you can say we aren’t american just because of our religion.