A Day In The Life Of A Muslim



As-salâm alaykum (peace be upon you).
Some know the religion by what is portrayed through mass media and some know the truth, but the rest of you are stuck in a limbo – not wanting to believe everything you see or hear.
Except now there are constant attacks and you ask yourself “Are they terrorists?” But on the other hand “My neighbours are Muslim, they’re a nice family, they don’t bother anyone, make good food when they invite us over during Ramadan…but a bomb went off in so and so again?”
You see, just like oil and water do not mix, terrorism and Islam cannot. How can you mix something that does not make sense? As atheist as scientists are, even they have to agree on this one.
I get the wildest questions, like
Do you shower with your hijab on?
Are you allowed to go out?
Can you take your hijab off?
Can I see your hair?”
Let me take you back to 7am this morning and hopefully I can answer some of those questions. It’s still dark out and most of my household are blissfully asleep, and part of me is telling me to stay within the warmth of my bed. I want to but then the call to prayer (adhan) plays. It’s loud – the birds outside begin chirping at the same time – and by now it’s 7:30 and I’m wide-awake. I make my way to the bathroom to do my wudu (ablution) and I see my grandma get out of bed. She too is getting up for Fajr (the first of five daily prayers) and greets me. She gently kisses my forehead and the fatigue and coldness is replaced with warmth.
After wudu I wrap my hijab and cover my hair and begin the day praising Allah.
Once Fajr is complete I take an hour nap and begin my day at 9am. Just like most university students my age on Christmas break, I begin tackling the long list of Netflix series I put aside. Currently it’s Suits and I may be watching it for only two reasons – The law and
Harvey Specter.
Pancakes are my absolute favourite things for breakfast, second only to poached eggs and salmon. My brother is woken up by the mere smell of food, we argue over the last scoop of Nutella, which my mother then gives to my younger brother.
I have always been a bookworm which my brother finds so peculiar especially in this age of technology. But hey, each to there own right? And so my mornings are spent reading – just filling my curiosity, followed by a run or some basketball.
It’s come to lunch time and after zuhr (the second prayer) I head out and meet my friends Dominic and Alexa. *Fun fact* I only have one Muslim friend. I spent six years at a Catholic primary school – I attended church more than a mosque. I then went to a white populated high school and college until I came to university, which is the most diverse institution I’ve ever attended.
I get a vanilla latte from Starbucks, and we all sit.
Dominic gets lost in his Friday night story about how a fight almost broke out at a club and Alexa’s ecstatic because her boyfriend got her the Burberry clutch she wanted for Christmas.
On the train home a five year-old girl was intrigued and I knew it was because of my hijab. I smiled back at her and she began asking her mother “Mommy why does she have that on her head? Mommy why can’t I see her hair? Is she dying mommy?” Like most parents she was red in the face from embarrassment and apologised profusely but I laughed. Truth is most five year-old Muslims would most likely ask the same questions.
Hi what’s your name?” I asked the five year old.
Natalie”, she replied.
Well Natalie, I’m a Muslim and my hijab is my identity…”
I went on to explain why I wore my hijab.
So why doesn’t princess Jasmine wear one?”
I adore the curiosity of children.
It hadn’t been a hot second but as soon as I walked in to my house I stripped off my hijab. I can only compare the feeling to taking off your office shoes after a ten-hour shift.
After pizza for dinner and then Isha (the last prayer of the day) I finally sat down to watch Suits. *Spoilers Alert* Mike and Rachel reunite when Mike’s released from prison.
As night falls I reflect on the day…Terrorists are blindly misguided people, and the sad reality is they hide behind Islam. This is no different to the Ku Klux Klan brutality massacring innocent African Americans in the name of Christianity, and it is no different to the Israeli defence league killing and raping children and women in the name of Judaism. You get good and bad people in every race, religion and ethnicity. It doesn’t give us the right to stick a label on the majority because of the act of the minority.

“Hate, it has caused a lot of problems in the world, but has not solved one yet.” Maya Angelou 



What is beauty?

Beauty is not defined by looks.

Beauty is defined within.

Beauty is benevolent.

Beauty is honesty.

It is to be yourself, to accept all your imperfections.

By definition you are BEAUTIFUL


Brown Eye and Blue Eye

On April 4th 1968 embarked the tragic assassination of Dr Martin Luther king Jr, upon his death Jane Elliot conducted an experiment, which explored racial views within children. Elliot a third grade teacher asked her students how they think it feels to be a black boy or girl. She explained to them that it’s difficult for someone to understand discrimination without experiencing it themselves. When the class agreed to find out more she decided to conduct the experiment via eye colour rather than skin colour to show the children what racial segregation would be like.

Jane Elliot labelled the blue-eyed children as the superior group making the brown-eyed children the minority group. She even gave the blue-eyed children a brown cloth to tie around the brown-eyed students so they could be easily identified. The experiment allowed the blue-eyed students extra privileges such a long recess, second helping at lunch, access to the new jungle gym. The blue-eyed children sat at the front of the class, they had their own water fountain they were encouraged to ignore the brown-eyed children, in effect the blue –eyed pupils become arrogant, bossy and otherwise unpleasant to their inferior classmates. This also showed on their grades, there test results were better they completed English and mathematical tests where as the ‘inferior’ brown-eyed pupils changed and became timid and passive scoring poorly on tests and during recess they even isolated themselves showing an impact on there individual academic performance. However the following day Elliot did a role reversal making the brown-eyed pupils superior and the blue eye students inferior.

The results Read More

A Man with an immense desire to succeed

‘Unless it’s completely impossible, don’t tell me it can’t be done’ is Zar’s life motto. If he could, he would be sitting on top of a million-pound empire. A property mogul, a law-abiding wise guy, a typhoon of luxuries he would have jetted off from country to country, continent to continent without an ounce of doubt of his expenses. Dining at Sublimotion, Masa, and Masion pic the world’s finest restaurants. But like lion’s make scarifies to feed their cubs, Zar sacrificed his business ventures for his four cubs, which become his new immense desire to succeed, despite his odds as an ethic minority.

Britain, home to 64 million people has recently become progressively diverse in cities such as Birmingham, Manchester and London. Different ethic backgrounds and races have now become socially accepted. Unfortunately this is not the case everywhere in Britain, Zar faced bigger problems then the ethic minorities do now, in 2015 the Office for National Statistics found a 23% gap per hourly pay between black and white university graduates in addition to, blacks graduates are twice as likely to be unemployed as their white counterparts. Which is a problem occurring in the 21st century, imagine in 1995 for the young and ambitions Zar, where xenophobia was sky rocketing.

Getting to the top of the ladder wasn’t as simple as it was for those who were just placed at the top. Read More