What if Hijabis went around sending messages to brothers about their hijab.
"Brother.. Your hijab isn’t really hijab man. From the women you reblog you obviously don’t lower you gaze, and your beard.. is that even a beard? Don’t even get me started on your pants not being above your ankles.
With love and respect your sister in Islam.”
Lots of controversy over a two minute video! Thinking of writing a post on this… in the meantime check out all these articles about it. Will update as more articles start popping up.
Articles in Support
- Noor Tagouri’s Facebook Status
- "Somewhere on the Internet, Muslim Women are Being Shamed" - Alt Muslim
- “Somewhereinamerica” - UKhan
- “#MIPSTERZ Some Thoughts On a Video That Has Everyone Talking” - Nafia
- Photographic Analysis of Somewhere in America - A Year of Noor
- “Mipsterz - Only In America” - Saja Al
Articles in The Negative
- "Somewhere in America, Muslim Women Are Cool" Sana Saeed Islamic Monthly
- Dr. Suad Abdul Khabeer
- “‘Somewhere in America and the Socio-Economic Divisions’ it Reinforces” - Noor Hasan
- "This is Not My Hijab" - Fatimah Waseem
- "Down the Lizard Hole" - Imam Shadee Elmasry
- "While I Was Sleeping" - iamthpoppyflower
Articles Somewhere In Between
I regret that you probably approached the project with full agency and command over your choices but are being treated like brain-washed children who never even realized the evil sexist stereotyping you would be perpetuating. It’s ridiculous that you are expected to portray yourselves as others want to see you, and not as you chose to. It sucks that feminists are breaking you down as a slap in the face of Muslim feminism itself, and that you have been branded as lending credence to orientalist portrayals of Muslim women (though in my estimation you’re destroying such paradigms). It’s embarrassing that you are being accused of being too American, when in fact you probably are American, and there’s nothing wrong with an American Islam.
I’m sorry that in the span of a few minutes you were expected not just to express who you are, but who we all are, every single class of Muslimah, of every racial and socioeconomic background, dressed in the million ways we dress, doing the million things we do. I apologize that even though you may be from working-class backgrounds and be hard-working young ladies who have never been handed a thing in your life, you’re being accused of normalizing wealth and materialism by a college student, and people are taking it seriously.
I am most ashamed that your imaan is being judged and your choice of clothing, shoes and makeup are being dissected and discussed in a way that no one would want for their own sister or daughter. We have an illness, us Muslims. We like to publicly humiliate our girls by pointing out where we think they’ve failed in their religious practice. We don’t do this to our men, ever. I’ve seen dozens of photographs and memes with the caption “this is not hijab, sister,” as if anyone would actually publicly do that to their own sister. I’m sorry that you have to put up with awful judgments from both non-Muslims and Muslims. I hope it doesn’t push you away from Islam, and I’m sorry that your appearance and behavior has become a litmus test for the state of our community."
Misogyny is thinking that the hijab is the biggest concern for Muslim women around the world.
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”"
make sure you are drinking enough water, everyone.