quranic school

anonymous asked:

Hello love, i really hope this doesn't bother you but I'm trying to understand this skam season😊 could you pretty please explain how Muslim relationships work? I've seen a few people saying yousana can't happen or that they don't want them to get married but i don't understand why? Can't Muslims date? How can you get married without dating the other person first? How do you know you want to marry them? idk if these are the correct questions but explaining how relationships work would help a lot

hehe no problem! Well as I’ve said before in a post. The rules in Islam stay the same and whether or not someone follows - that is their journey, decision and test. Muslim relationships are really tricky. ya’ll ask good questions. I myself as a teenager get flustered at the thought of marriage and all these questions on how do I choose someone for the rest of my life through a couple of meetings? how will I know? ect. But I’m going to explain it from my personal views and how I view my religion and follow it.

(To my fellow Muslims. I’m not a scholar or a fiqh scholar // and if I do say something wrong I apologize my friends)

1. In Islam we are told to lower our gazes and to not mingle with the opposite gender because, lust / temptations - Can eventually lead up to sex (lets be honest here) and, pre-martial sex and intimacy is 100% not allowed. Whether you follow that or not is not my business and I’m not one to judge but, I firmly believe in this and don’t participate in acts where I’m tempted too act upon my desires because that’s the test right? I want to remind that Islam is all about battling worldly desires and to combat that by earning as many good deeds as you can in this life. However that does not mean it’s forbidden for me to have those feelings, wants or desires.

2. How do Muslim relationships work? Well once again I’m speaking from my pov and personal experiences. I feel like in the world of Muslims most ‘oh shoot I like that guy I might be interested in him seriously it’s not just a crush anymore’ happens around the college and last year of high school time ish ( everyone is different but I’ve noticed the majority follow this path.) So you know all the secret glances happen, each of them hinting at each other until either one of you, and yes this is what many young Muslims do is to tell your parents (gasp) (Ikr I have no idea how i’ll tell my dad ..RIP the male I have a crush on ) anyway. you tell your parents that you’re interested in one another! Telling your parents is such an important thing because they’ve been through this experience know how do get in contact with his/her parents set up the meetings ect ect and most parents want whats best for you.

3. Muslim ‘dating’  starts at this stage

But… everybody’s parents are involved the guys parents and yours.. Now you start ‘ supervised dating’ ?? you still don’t touch and you have to keep it to minimal flirting. but zaynub if you dont flirt how do you find out if you want him in your life???  you ask question ya gotta get to know the guy right? what his goals in life are, how his family beliefs are, same level of spirituality, kids?, jobs? stay at home wife?, have you had a relationship before this? what do you like? ect. you ask all these questions. Usually after 5-10 meetings around this stage the girl/guys gets the idea of whether or not they can imagine their lives together in the future or not. If it doesn’t work out then it wasn’t in your qisamat (fate) and you move on.

We don’t date because we believe it saves us from many things. Same reason why we are not supposed to smoke or drink alcohol.

Another point In our religion the mosque is our central area. Just as for Christians and Jews they have churches and synagogues.  Muslims are very community based people. Aunties, uncles, and the Imam watch us grow up. We have youth groups and weekly meetings for basketball games, lectures, community meetings Sunday school, Quran class, etc etc. Through all of these they watch us from kids to teenagers then adults - as we grow people point out ‘oh hey hes single and a good man try talking to him’ They suggest because they’ve seen and know how your families are like your personality ect. (aunties are spies lol no jokes I love them haha)

I’ve been raised up by my community and trust those around me. I feel like marriages are like that in Islam and some are not! but from my perspective it is for me. It’s a very beautiful and soft thing to watch. I recently saw two amazing people get married. she was the youth groups director - always working and helping people around the community and she got married to an amazing man who also helps the comm. and loves god. In the end we love each other for the sake of Allah. and if we do that then our marriages, friendships, and life’s are taken care of.

I know that was extremely long and complicated  (there is so much more to say) but I hope I explained it the best I could!

anonymous asked:

Hiiii! I would love il you could write a clip where Sana and the balloon squad are all at a Moroccan wedding like you suggested💕

@amiratarik said: Yeah please do .. I love khaled already 😂❤

@lumineem said: KHALED X SANA THIS IS THE SHIP I’LL GO DOWN WITH RN FMLDKFD.KBDFDFFNKJDKJFDV 

lol girl you made me laugh :P

At Nonnie: sorry this is late! hope you like! <3

Based on this post

Also, all Moroccan wedding traditions are based on the one I attended this January (which was probably one of the most fun weddings I’ve ever been to!) and talks with one my Moro besties ~ 

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Yousef, Adam, Mutasim and Elias waited as Raidah, the bride, dressed in a white caftan with matching jewelry, sat down gracefully in the large chair called “the Amariya.”  Her groom Hameed sat down on the second Amariya where Mikael and three other boys were standing.

The young men lifted the chairs and walked towards the hall. As the doors parted and they entered, loud music and applause greeted them. The song “Dirou Hara Ye Lebnat” blasted from the speakers as the bride and groom waved from their elevated positions. The boys carried them to the stage and set down the Amariyas. As they descended everyone clapped again and Yousef suddenly noticed one particularly radiant guest.

Sana was smiling broadly as she swayed to the music, wearing a turquoise kaftan and a shimmering purple hijab with it. Her berry lips sang along with Jalal El Hamdaoui as the wedding song came to a close.

Yousef sighed at how beautiful she looked. As the next song began he started to make his way to her, not really sure what he was gonna say but just needing to be near her.

He was a few feet away from her when a young man tapped her on the shoulder. Sana turned around and yelped in surprise.

“Khalid?!” she exclaimed.

“Sanaaaa!” he replied with a grin. He was tall and lean, with hazel eyes and a dark brown hair.

“What are you doing here?” Yousef heard her say.

“I moved back to Norway. I actually returned just last week. After finishing University in Berlin, I decided it’s best for me to come home since job opportunities in my field are better here.”

“I can’t believe it. Wow, it’s been so long!” There was a warmth in her voice that made Yousef frown.

“Wow indeed. Last I saw you was in Sister Khadijah’s after school Quran class. Do you remember how we used to have competitions on who could memorize the Surahs faster?”

“I won most of the time.” She said smugly.

“Yeah right! If I recall correctly, she always praised me for being her brightest pupil.”

“Only cause you were such a teacher’s pet! Like that time with the pink vase? Who does that?”

Whatever the “pink vase” meant, it made Khalid crack up and Sana joined him, both laughing together at the old inside joke.

After their laughter died down, Khalid said, “But seriously Sana, it’s so nice to see you again. You look…amazing.”

Sana’s eyes widened for a moment at the open compliment, before she smiled and replied, “Thank you. It’s great to see you too! And the beard suits you.” She added at the end and Khalid’s face lit up at that.

Yousef retreated back a few steps, those old feelings of jealousy and inadequacy filling his heart again.

His expression must’ve been especially sad because Mutasim bumped into him and asked, “Why the long face buddy?”

He shook his head and said “nothing” as he moved away from Sana and her ‘friend’.

He glanced back at them one last time over his shoulder. Heads bent low, shoulders almost touching, and hands covering their mouths are they whispered stories he would never get to be a part of.

Yousef turned around and joined his friends, shaking away his thoughts and putting on a fake smile.

Sana was too good for him anyway.

Photography and interview by Samra Habib

Who: Raissa, Brussels

My family knew that I was transgender since I was a child in Mali. They had forbidden me from doing things associated with being a girl like playing with dolls. Growing up, I was kept hidden by my family so that no one would know that I’m trans. When guests would ask about me, my parents would lie and say they didn’t know where I was. I got really good at school because I couldn't  have a social life. My teachers loved me because I was really good at school. They actually really respected me and didn’t mind that I’m trans. I was one of the top students. I studied economics and statistics in Cameroon. The LGBT movement in Cameroon was really powerful and it inspired me to become an activist when I went back to Mali. I started working as a statistician for the government. During my transition, I was researching hormones that were the best for me. My doctor and almost all the pharmacies refused to help me. Finally, I found a pharmacy right by my house that gave me all the hormones I needed to help me with my transition. At this point, I was still working for the Mali government. I started feeling more and more comfortable with my body. I loved wearing dresses and accessories when going out. That’s when the police started harassing me. One night, more than 20 people started beating me in a club because I’m trans. I thought I was going to die. An older guy saved me by putting me in a taxi. I was too afraid to stay in Mali so I fled to Brussels where I’m currently seeking asylum. I can’t imagine going back to Mali.

When I was young, I went to Quran school. I thought it was strange when the imam said that LGBT people would go to hell. I thought why would I go to a place that doesn’t welcome me so I started praying by myself at home where I felt safe. I still pray to Allah and recite prayers from the Quran privately but I just want to feel like I’m accepted in Islam as a trans woman. In my heart, I’m still Muslim. My regular reading of the Quran brings me peace.

Imam Du Shuzheng rebelled against her family more than 50 years ago to become a female imam in China. She has trained more than 70 women to become imams, but now there are few girls who want to enter the profession because of its low pay. Chinese Muslims have an age old tradition of female imams and female-only mosques run by women for women as spiritual, social, and charitable centers.

Women’s mosques began as a Quranic school for girls. These sprang up in the late 17th century in central China, including Shanxi and Shandong provinces. They morphed into women’s mosques about 100 years ago, starting in Henan province.

  • me: *has earphones in on bus and listens to quran*
  • random person from school who thinks they can talk to me: oh hey, what song are you listening to? *smiles so widely i fear for their jaw*
  • me: ...
  • random person from school who thinks they can talk to me: ...
  • me: ...
  • random person from school who thinks they can talk to me: ...
  • me: quran
  • random person from school who thinks they can talk to me: ...
  • random person from school who thinks they can talk to me: whats that?
  • me: *sighs*
  • alternative ending -
  • me: quran
  • random person from school who thinks they can talk to me: oh. is that the song by akon?
  • me: *actually jumps off bus*