I received a number of comments regarding New Muslim Cool and Br. Hamza Perez. A few questioned his commitment to Islam, one accused him of ignorance, one brother even severed his relations with me over the post and one person told me “It is obvious that this brother has issues with his din.”
In light of that, and the recent dissection of our Sr. Bilqis Abdul Qadir on the net, the question at hand is, where do the converts and the indigenous rest their heads? Many of us, before we got married, spent our Eid mornings at I-Hop,alone, only to be told that it was not zabiha; told to grow our beards long, let our hijabs hang low; pull our pants up high and get on a manhaj of some sorts. But where are our voices?
We hear how brothers and sisters came and built Islam in the 60’s with no mention of Malcolm, the Last Poets, the late Sh. Abdur Rashid nor anything about John Coltrane’s wife, Shariff Abdu Raheem’ father etc? Are we the evil step child being slapped by the woman his father married along with her children and her grandchildren; taking out their aggression on us, since they are unable to change the plight and stench of their own world while the kids are not sure who their daddy is?
I’m worried that we are about to witness another split in the West. As Muslim organizations continue to cater to a strictly immigrant audience, fail to actualize a movement that is rooted in textual authority that respects the locals, empowers the youth, and doesn’t collapse every 10 years due to autocratic DNA brought over from the mother land, they are risking isolation and irrelevance.
How long will we as converts continue to subject ourselves to the sometimes barbaric nature of our communities? I wonder: are we about to experience another Exodus? Instead of searching for the promise land, which we found with Islam, we are simply searching for a place to rest our heads and feel welcome.
Be strong brothers and sisters