we're both teachers and idk abt you but i think these children are trying to set us up bc we both got locked in the same supply closet for the third time.... endswiththe kiss this time plss
“This is….this can’t be a coincidence.”
If it wasn’t so dark, Beca thought she could see her words leave her mouth in puffs of breath. It was hot in the closet, or, rather, humid, with there being limited space between Chloe’s breath and her own, and, okay, so Chloe’s hands flew out instinctively around Beca’s waist when the tower of dry erasers fell off the shelf, but they weren’t…exactly…retreating.
I bring up the whole art thing because like, I was watching this documentary on this international dispute (I have an exam on wed, insha Allah, on the dispute) and there was this part of the documentary where the bagpipes are going on, and that signals that we’re dealing with funerals, and the military, and honor.
It’s like, I have that association in my brain because of movies and tv, etc.
We need to be controlling what those associations are of ourselves, because as Muslims, we’re being robbed of even the things that are dear to us. We’re being herded into what becomes acceptable Islamic practice by virtue of how it is curated by non-Muslim voices and perspectives.
It bothered me when I heard the 3 millionth Muslim on NPR who was like “I eat pork! I drink! I don’t wear those ROBEZ AND OTHER WEIRD THINGS!!!” who satisfies the high-brow Oriental fantasy. That we all crave, deep down, to be them.
That’s why we need to produce our own art. To discover and provide the space for the artists who have come before us and those who aren’t being heard now. Because in that vacuum, the Orientalist fantasy becomes the implicit standard of what we must become to earn representation, and therefore, value.
The new Orientalist fantasy simply must reject anti-Muslim sentiment (Trump, et al) in firm terms, so that then, in a more subtle way (well, not that subtle in my view) encourage and value and privilege the narrative that suits themselves–one that does not reflect our values, but only the curated and acceptable ones.
We then match our values and religious perceptions to this hegemonic narrative, so that in order to understand and perceive of Islam and Islam’s value, it must affirm this acceptable set of norms. We have lost control over our own norms, because the default of morality has become those who control the hegemonic discourse, which directs us and frames our boundaries and limits, and thus, our expression.