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How I became a ‘Ramadan Muslim’

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‘Ramadan Muslim’ – it’s a condescending, derogatory term used to refer to Muslims who ‘all of a sudden’, during the Muslim holy month of Ramadan, ‘show up’ to attend the mosque for every Taraweeh prayer, stop cussing/smoking/drinking/clubbing/pre-marital sexing, pray all of their five prayers, and fast from sunrise until sunset ‘religiously’.

I grew up playing at the local mosque in the hour leading up to Mughrib prayer while my dad volunteered and socialized. I attended an Islamic School where our classroom windows had a view of the mosque. I’ve attended jumuah prayer for an overwhelming majority of the Fridays of my life. I began volunteering and organizing around the mosque in my early teenage years, and continued well throughout high school, college, and even after. The mosque has been a constant space in my existence since before my first memories, and up until about 3-4 years ago.

I am now/have been for quite a while, for lack of a better term, a ‘Ramadan Muslim’, if I can call myself even that. My mosque-going has dwindled down to special occasions such as weddings and a few days in Ramadan (give or take, mostly take).

This happened slowly over a few months – there was an increasing internal friction I experienced while attending that led to an eventual halt in my attendance. This was also connected with a lot of other ‘questions’ and thoughts I had about the Muslim community/institutions that I had for several years. In any case, ‘I couldn’t take it anymore.’ There was a rift between me and the mosque, me and this space that had been such a central part of my life. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it or explain it, and it has been something I have been pondering/analyzing/discussing ever since. It’s a relationship that has been on my mind constantly.

A lot of my issues have to do with rhetoric and subject matter that mosques/institutions perpetuate/are influenced by. Rhetoric because it shapes our attitudes, and subject matter because it is what informs us and dictates our topics of conversation and concern.

Over the years, I’ve been able to deconstruct/unpack a few of my issues with the mosque/Muslim or ‘Islamic’ institutions and sources of ‘knowledge’:

‘Do you want to make the mosque a secular space/unIslamic?!’ I don’t know what I want. That’s why I stopped going – I don’t know what the problem is, and the safest thing for me to do for myself was to distance myself from a space that was no longer a constructive/healthy part of my existence, and was actually chipping away at my happiness/sense of self little by little until I felt I was suffocating/drowning.

‘Wow, you really hate the mosque don’t you. Why are you such a hater?’ I’m not a hater, I just crush a lot. Also, this is a very juvenile way of delegitimizing my concerns. If you try to tell me my concerns aren’t valid, I would like to shake your hand and for you to take me to the place where my concerns aren’t valid so I can see it for myself and bask in the ambiance.

I can’t help but feel a sense of longing for belonging to some type of community structure, for some sense of community, but ‘the mosque’ isn’t doing it for me. Even socializing around the idea of jumuah makes me feel that the epicenter of my socializing will be a fraudulent system I don’t believe in, and thus taint any honest connections, because I myself will be lying for wanting to be there. Sometimes I go for the ritual of going with my loved ones. But I can’t make a habit out of it because I can’t live my life performing rituals for the sake of others.

I wish I could go to the mosque. I have no disdain for mosque-goers. I encourage/support some of my family members to attend as a I know it is important to them. I don’t try to convince them of my perspective, reservations, and feelings, though I do communicate these things as a means of expressing myself and keeping my relationships healthy and honest.

I believe various mosques and institutions provide spiritual and social support for many people, and I am happy for them and thankful for that. I am thankful for the space provided from the hard work of countless nameless individuals that gave me a place to grow up/grow, and explore/form my identities.

I’m not here to analyze the root historical causes of these things that are my issues with the mosque. Neither am I here to blame anyone in particular for my qualms. I don’t think its anyones fault. No one person perpetuates these things. I have gained a lot from many people, leaders, and classes at the mosque. This is a larger, systemic ‘thing’ in my perspective. I haven’t tried to ‘fix’ anything – the way I ‘fixed’ this situation for me is to stop attending. I don’t think the mosque has failed me (I haven’t expressed these thoughts to mosque goers, I haven’t advocated in any way for my perspective). I grew apart from the mosque for various reasons which I attempted to deconstruct above, and will be continuing in my journey to understand. I’ve also taken it upon myself (rather than to depend on an institution) to seek the information that I am interested in and to find newer and newer perspectives to broaden my horizons.

I’m not certain, but it seem that I hope to have some form of community one day, and in many ways, I am creating/seeking alternative communities/spaces. However, if it ever means that I need to accept things the way that they are, to turn off my mind and cease critical thinking, to follow blindly, I’ll have to be without one. If I did have one, I would have to work doubly hard to maintain critical thinking and self-education in order to avoid intellectual and spiritual laziness and dependence on an external source.

More perspectives:

“At the end of the day, shunning the mosque will only hurt you. You dont stop going to work because of your coworkers because at the end of the day you need your paycheck. Nothing and no one should hold you back from doing the things that are pleasing to Allah.” – Omar Suleiman

Respectfully, this is a perspective I just can’t bring myself to accept/agree with. For me its a false analogy. I am nowhere near the most marginalized of people at the mosque, and speaking as someone that does feel marginalized, I don’t think that someone who is not marginalized can understand the difficulty of operating/being accepted/flourishing in a space that can be so detrimental to you as a person rather than uplifting. Who needs that? We often use the excuse, ‘Renew your intentions,’ as a bandaid to addressing any real problems we might have. I guess my intentions are just all bad and I need to throw them in the trash and get new ones – that should fix it.

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