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Expanding Horizons: Critical Discussions to uplift the Muslim Ummah, A Series.

*This post is part of a collaboration with Muslim bloggers from different parts of the world. We are part of a huge ummah and yet we feel there are certain aspects within the community that hurt us as Muslim women but still we do not find it necessary or important to address them. To find more about my fellow bloggers in this series please read the introductory post * Double standards within the Muslim community: "People are quick to judge but slow to correct themselves" In September we in India got to see a new low of our patriarchal culture. The beginning of the month started with the whole country witch-hunting an actress for the death of a superstar. I won't be going into complete details of the case but would try to draw a picture of the mindset towards women in society and view the double standards that are on display. With me sharing their thoughts are some amazing Muslim bloggers from across the world. The witch-hunt is real Haven't we heard this repeatedly a...

A BUD WAITING TO BLOSSOM

There are times when we as parents see a spark of ourselves in our kids and it's that priceless moment when you feel every sacrifice you made as worthy. This poem is a reflection of such a moment in my life. A glittering star you are beginning to shine. Amidst clouds of such uncertainty. But your innocence and charm have lit every dark gloom. Had never imagined my baby had grown. Like a tiny bud, you are blossoming Ready to enchant the world around you with your fragrance There is still time for you to leave my nest. It seems a lie I am trying to convince. Rather than protecting you from the fall, it's time to teach you to soar high above all. My dearest daughter seeing a fragment of me in you has left me speechless and in total awe. Those dreams of leaving an impact and making your own identity. It seems I am discovering myself, dreaming once again with you. But this I would promise me and you, ill walk you through every obstacle. And make sure you just don’t dream like me ...

The Patriarchy of a Son

It’s a boy, exclaimed the doc. See!! You delivered a boy, and he is one healthy guy! I was still numbed by my pain, it didn’t matter what it was as long as the pain was gone. The child was healthy, born through normal delivery despite having a cord around its neck. My battle was won!! My son is my fourth child, the first three being daughters. No matter what me and my husband thought, it looked like the whole world around us was waiting for his arrival. Everyone was curious about what it would be after I had delivered 3 girls. I still remember the day my 3rd daughter was born, we had no visitors, even someone as the Daaya did not ask for the tip as she was the third girl in our family. “ Do betiyon ke baad beta hona tha”. That’s all I could hear people talk. The reaction from everyone just shocked both my husband and me. She was just...

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