Posts tagged Muslim
Posts tagged Muslim
The last few days of our vacation lead us to Akaka Falls and also to Hapuna Bay- a gorgeous beach on the North West side of the Island of Hawaii.
I have seen very little football on this Island. Very little. Well, the *proper* kind. I narrowly escaped a huge celebration called the Pro-Bowl in Honolulu.
I am not a fan of American Football. I hate that it is called football.
In fact I heard a great quote “…As Pierre Sané once said: “Football for those who play it with their hands”.”
I love it when American football is gently mocked.
Nevertheless, the only football I have seen is something called an “Aqua Ball” in a store in Maui.
I recognize that Hawaiians love their water and who am I to judge? I did not get one because I prefer my football on a pitch.
I miss football a lot. I am in a crazy time zone and not bale to catch any matches at the moment. I think I am having withdrawal.
I was walking through the Akaka Falls and came across a sign:
I was convinced it read: “Beware Of Falling Rocks And Offside”. I still am.
Moved onto the beach at Hapuna Bay which is noted as one of America’s best beaches.
I was delighted to see a warm, sandy beach also considered a State Park. Some of the signage had me concerned.
Ummmmm…..OK then. I looked around and didn’t notice anyone looking concerned that there could be potential explosives among the sand castles.
So I made my way down to the beach.
The water was two brilliant shades of blue, sun came out and the clouds moved off.
It also happened to be prayer time.
After an initial, quick swim I made my way to a lovely spot.
I noticed a couple sitting in their oversized beach umbrella watching me curiously as I laid down my towel.
I started my prayer.
Wife to husband: “Jim! Look what that woman is doing!”
Jim: “She is visiting from Eye-ran or Arabia and is doing her prayers. They pray towards their God in Mecca.”
Wife: “But why is she doing this in Hawaii?”
Jim: “They are very strict about their religion. But we don’t go to church on vacation.”
I am not sure if it was my sunglasses, my water pants or my blue nail polish that gave away the fact that I am orthodox. #hijabdesk
I finished my prayers and folded up my towel.
As I walked by them I said casually: “I am from Toronto actually. Have a lovely holiday!”
They looked gobsmacked.
I wondered whether I should have issued a warning before commencing my worship. Or perhaps added a sign below the one warning about possible grenades.
You know “BEWARE OF PRAYING MUSLIMS ON BEACH”.
I went off to ride the waves.
I took my MIL body boarding which was fun. She’s a tremendous sport.
Although I kept calling it “waterboarding” and corrected myself immediately.
Yes. Awkward, I know.
Hawaii has been brilliant and fun.
When the weather cooperates beautifully, it is unparalleled.
It rained four consecutive days we were in Maui. As horrible as it is, we spent more time in the local Walmart than we did at the beach.
I will blame that on my MIL. ;)
Off to collect some more plumeria for my hijab tomorrow.
In the rough, tough and frequently unforgiving world that is football, Sohail Rehman âs story is an inspiration to us all…
When asked by one of his youngsters, “Coach, don’t you ever feel like kicking the ball?” he replied, “You always have to be grateful for what you have. I might not be able to kick the ball, but at least I can see it…there’s always someone out there who struggles more than you.”
I have been the partner of a basketball player for 16 years, Alhumdullilah.
I am the mother of basketball players, masha’Allah.
I do not play basketball.
But this picture (sent to me by my friend attending her daughter’s tournament in Toronto) MADE MY DAY.
Sports are for all of us.
Posts about Afghanistan Women’s Cycling Team written by Shannon Galpin
Very cool blog on Afghanistan Women’s Cycling Team. :D
muslim heroines of the marvel universe: sooraya qadir, faiza hussain, monet st. croix, monica chang, kamala khan
The birth of genius. #AsAMuslimWoman
When one writes a reductive piece on why they advocate ‘banning the burkha’ - which excludes and ignores the many voices of Muslim women by using “As a Muslim woman” to cement their perspective- be prepared to be mocked… BY MUSLIM WOMEN.
I have coached football since I was 15 years old. I have worked with kids as young as four and with women as old as 65.
I have coached with my babies on my back. So my children could see that fostering womens’ sports was a priority.
So that my daughter would know she could do anything she wanted.
That her father and I would teach, support and encourage anyway we could.
Five years ago, I committed to coaching a middle-school team of young Muslim women every year.
In the early Spring, before the frost is gone from the ground, we train.
Rain or shine. Through mud, in wind and in the hot sun.
I love running with my squad.
They plank. They sweat. They squat. They dive. They block. They control. They are explained what offside is. They dribble. They fall.
THEY GET UP.
They shoot. They shoot again. Then again, and again.Until I am convinced they are satisfied.
Looking at them expecting whatever brilliance they offer because they are brilliant.
Coaching is reminding them that every stride, every shot, every effort can contribute.
Their spirit and their love for the beautiful game keeps me motivated; as a player and as a person.
I work with them because they are often overlooked as athletes. And may not always seize opportunity to score on or off the pitch.
I am just reiterating that they can. And they will, insha’Allah.
I give them all I can. They deserve it. They deserve more.
They deserve everything.
They fight through assumptions, restrictions and they push hard. Harder.
So do I.
Their grins are gorgeous as is their panting and breathless joy after a goal.
I empathize with their frustration when we are losing.
I look to them to teach me and help me laugh.
They respect themselves and they respect me.
And they respect the game.
They constantly show me what friendship means.
They support and protect each other.
They are fantastic individuals with different personalities but they gel together beautifully.
There are bumps. We work it out.
I demand. They oblige.
We all triumph. Maybe not with gold but with pride and humility.
And they honour me with their participation.
Football is for all of us.
Iranian women on obstacle dirtbikes. They have no seat and are far more difficult to maneuver than regular bikes.
Ontario Colleges Athletic Association
A HIJABI FOOTBALLER!!!!!!
KUWAIT CITY — Muneera al-Shatti has loved playing basketball since she was a child but it wasn’t until Thursday that she had chance to show off her skills at a public arena in Kuwait. As part of a new initiative launching sports leagues for women, al-Shatti and her teammates from Salwa Al-Sabah club downed Qadsiya club 63-13 in a game that attracted several hundred men and female fans.
This is important.
It is providing access to opportunities for fitness, health and wellness.
Which leads to increase confidence in society, participation in community and general happiness.
"It felt like the first step toward a better future for sports for us here in Kuwait"