From My Back Porch: Oman vs. the U.S.

From My Back Porch: Oman vs. the U.S.

Written by Stephanie Siam

As summer winds down, and my daughter and I start planning for our return trip across the sea to our home-away-from-home – Oman – I find myself caught in nostalgic daydreams about what I’ll miss when I leave the United States for another year.

Then I’m interrupted by the sound of two kids screaming – the younger has pulled the older one’s hair, and she’s traumatized greatly – and dogs barking (yes, my family has two of them. . .but it’s not my house, so there’s nothing I can do about it), and I run into the living room, narrowly missing what could have been a painful outcome as I jump over the pile of toys strewn around the floor.

I catch my breath, calm the older one (mine) and remind the younger one that ‘we don’t pull hair’. In response, he laughs and runs away. The older one still sniffles.

Keep Calm and Live in Oman
The national tag line of my host country

This isn’t a situation we encounter back ‘home’ in our three-person household. Nobody is pulling hair, and there are no animals running around. Even the toys have their own space, and they’re corralled there most of the time thanks to two OCD parents and a spare room off the family area.

The fleeting thought runs through my mind, “… only a couple more weeks … then everything will be in its place …”

Then I’m daydreaming about hanging all the clothes up where they belong – in our closets – and not having to go through piles of them due to limited space in an already overflowing closet.

And I smile at the thought of rounding up all the toys and returning them to their room, leaving the living area clean and clutter-free. But a quick glimpse out the kitchen window reminds me of what we’re leaving behind, again, when we board the plane to the East.

The truth is, Oman is an awesome place to live. It’s truly an ideal location for me and my family – for now.

It’s an Islamic country, but everyone is free to be themselves and worship according to their own beliefs. There are lots of things to do, from cultural festivals and performances at the opera house to hiking and swimming in the wadi (a wadi is a valley between two mountains; they are usually very lush, full of greenery, and have a river flowing through them), from camel-riding in the desert to shopping and movies and more.

The scenery is amazing, with views of both the mountains and the sea from my neighborhood. And I can’t forget to mention the natives. As a whole, Omanis are quite possibly the most welcoming, humble, and genuine humans on this planet – no embellishing!

But it never fails, whether I’m here (in the USA) or there (in Oman), I find myself comparing my two ways of life. Of course, whenever I’m one place, the other life seems to float away out of reality. However, once the plane lands (hither or thither), I’m brought back to the reality of my ‘current’ home and all it has in store.

So, I’d like to share just a few parts of my life I always find myself comparing when I’m in the opposite location:

 

In the left corner, we have. . .
graphic by Nicole Elmasry

1. Food Shopping

Oman has virtually every kind of shopping store you may desire. There are open-air fruit and vegetable markets (I’ve never been to one, but my daughter said they smell “horrible”), corner convenience stores (called bakala), mid-size grocery stores and HUGE hypermarkets (think Wal-Mart or Target).

Some of the grocery stores are import-focused. While imports are usually ridiculously expensive (cereals, especially), you can sometimes get a good bargain on items that remind you of home. Sometimes, though, you just get a craving … and you either do without, or you turn into some kind of Betty Crocker-fiend trying to reinvent the recipe.

Despite having a plentiful selection of foods available to us in Muscat, it never ceases to amaze me at how overwhelmed I am by the sheer volume of choices that can be found in American supermarkets. Walking into (insert any grocery store or superstore name here) usually leaves me slack-jawed at what is available for reckless consumption.

Anything the heart could desire – or fathom – can usually be found. And I always thought the food in the US was expensive, but it turns out, there are plenty of cheap choices on every shelf. Now, they may not be healthy, but that’s another issue altogether.

I always look forward to going shopping with my mom upon return to the States. Sure, I grab a few ‘old’ faves to revisit memories, but I generally just love to walk around and look at the possibilities.

2. Outdoor Play Area

The view from my kitchen window in our apartment in Oman is the (kitchen? bathroom?) window of our neighbor in the adjacent building. From our living room window, I can see the top of the gardener’s hut in the neighbor’s back yard. The courtyard next to our building is cobblestone and cement. There is a rickety, rusty old swing set and slide that sits in the corner of the walled-in area.

We don’t allow our daughter to go downstairs alone. It’s not that we think she’s in danger of being taken, but I just think she’s in danger of being hurt. Aside from the non-friendly kid area, the front of the building is overrun with cars – both parked and driving up and down the street.

I shiver at the thought of her running out into the street. So, unless we’re with her, she stays inside. We do take her to the park a couple of times a week, if the weather is nice.

From the window in my parents’ kitchen in the US, I can see the green backyard surrounded by the privacy fence. The grass is usually mowed because it seems to be my father’s favorite pastime (along with washing cars … ????), and there is enough seclusion that I can even sit out there in ‘comfortable’ clothing without being seen.

Out the front door is the front yard, also green and frequently mowed, a couple of rockers on the porch and the smooth asphalt of the interior street of the subdivision. There aren’t many cars that drive up and down the street, and when they do, it’s slowly.

Though I don’t let her play in the front yard alone (due to fear of her being taken … thanks crazy people!), she can go out in the backyard anytime she wants. And she does. And I can go with her – or I don’t have to. And it’s something I miss when we’re in Oman.

3. Just Chillin’

It is no joke when I say Oman is a laid back place. Everything in its own time. Nobody’s in a rush. Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow? Or, as some Muslims tend to say, “Insha’Allah…….” (in this case, meaning ‘eventually’ instead of ‘if God wills’). It’s nice to finish work and go home, sit with my family and relax.

Even my work is generally non-stressful. I teach 4 hours per day, and most students are respectful and kind. It’s a great place to live and work, as I’ve said before.

Maybe because I’m only here in the US for a short time, or maybe because my family isn’t a bunch of introverts like I am, but from the moment we hit the ground in Tennessee, I feel like I’m always on the run. With shopping, running errands, and most recently a load a doctor appointments, and don’t forget two kids (daughter and nephew) and the regular game of feed, clean and nurture that comes with being a mom, I feel like we never, ever stop.

By the time I get to sit down and just take a deep breath, it’s almost time to put everybody to bed (hence, why I’m writing this at … 3 AM?!?!) The only time I’d be up this late in Oman is if I was watching a reallllllly good movie or if I had insomnia. But here, this is my chill-out and re-energize time that I need as an introvert.

So, looking at just these three aspects of life, I ask myself: where do I prefer to live?

The answer: both.

I love that my daughter is getting the opportunity to learn about different cultures by living in other countries. And I love that when we’re in the States, she’s acclimated to my family’s lifestyle, too.

Sure, there are positives and negatives about both places. I wish we had a green area nearer to our apartment that was safe for her to play outside. I also wish our time in the States could be less rushed and more relaxed. But for now, we’re making it work. Alhumdulillah.

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10 Fears Every Western Muslim Faces

10 Fears Every Western Muslim Faces

by Theresa Corbin

Let the count-down begin!

10. Swine-o-phobia:

The fear that pork is in everything. Can present in the middle of the grocery store or restaurant. The Muslim will start breaking out in a sweat, and find him/herself checking and re-checking the label or menu because he/she has started imagining that pork is in everything!! This paranoia is only made worse when the Muslim realizes pork is often hidden in soup, candy, vegetables, biscuits, lip gloss, gum …

... You start to feel like Bubba from Forrest Gump: Pork salad, pork medicine, pork natural flavoring, pork cheese ...
… You start to feel like Bubba from Forrest Gump: Pork salad, pork medicine, pork natural flavoring, pork cheese …

9. Forgot-a-fast-a-fright:

The fear of forgetting about one’s fast. It is often associated with Ramadan (the month of fasting) but can occur at other times of the year like Shawwal (the month when fasting is recommended). It is common among those who work too hard, are obsessive, and/or have ADD. It happens when the Muslim is fasting, distracted, and surrounded by fast food ads and/or people who are eating. The Muslim may start murmuring to him/herself, incoherently: No snack for you! (yes, a Seinfeld ref in this day and age. deal with it!)

ooops, I did it again ... forgot I was fasting.
ooops, I did it again … forgot I was fasting.

8. Foot-sink paranoia:

This is a fear of getting caught in a public bathroom with one’s foot in the sink while making wudu (ablution for prayer requires that the Muslim wash feet, hands, face, top of the head, ears, and arms up to and including the elbows). The Muslims will often dart his/her eyes around the restroom like a deer looking out for a predator before he/she puts his/her foot in the sink.   

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7. Fake Expert-o-phobia:

The fear that Bridget Gabriel or someone of her ilk will run off at the mouth, again, about how Bismillah (meaning: In the Name of God, usually said before meals) is a war cry or some such ignorant nonsense. The Fake Expert-o-phobia keeps the Muslim up at night worrying if coworkers/friends/onlookers will flip out when said Muslim declares war on his/her meal with a little prayer of Bismillah. The Muslim will either hide from news programs that promote this kind of nonsense or obsess about it and watch it on replay to dissect and make fun of on social media or his/her blog … often with memes.

Hi, my name is Brigitte Gabriel. I only have a high school diploma but Fox News calls me an expert.
Hi, my name is Brigitte Gabriel. I only have a high school diploma but Fox News calls me an expert.

6. The Gifting Panic:

This panic presents itself most often in an office environment around the middle of December. The Muslim will do anything to avoid that awkward moment when he/she has to face the fact that he/she has not and will not get his/her coworkers anything for Xmas. The Muslim suffering from the gifting panic will avoid everyone and everything until the holiday is over. He/she may even go to such lengths as duct taping his/her office door shut, blocking cubicle entrance with a shower curtain, or developing a new telepathy technology. But the Muslim will still fear that someone, somewhere, somehow will sneak an Xmas gift in before vacation begins.

homemade gifts are always the BEST!
homemade gifts are always the BEST!

5. Prayer-anoia:

This fear is a lot like the foot-sink paranoia, but with greater concern for violated privacy. The phobia is an intense fear that a stranger will discover the Muslim’s secret prayer area at work/school/in the mall while he/she is using it. The Muslim will take great pains to make sure he/she is not discovered in a compromised prayer position (bending over or prostrating). Because of this, the Muslims may hurry through the prayer and have little focus, often stealing deer-like glances out the side of the eye to make sure no one is coming, as is done with the foot-sink paranoia.  

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4. The Creepy Smile Prospect:

This fear involves the Muslim who is identifiably Muslim – by beard, hijab, name, or kufi – having to smile his/her way through hostile environments. The Muslim will often start the day with an “I come in peace as the good will ambassador of Islam” smile. But he/she fears said smile will turn to a joker smile when forced to confront not so nice stares. The Muslim’s tangential fear is that the creepy smile will become permanent if he/she keeps his/her face like that for too long, like his/her mom always warned.

ma ma ma ma ma joker face
ma ma ma ma ma joker face

3. The Hijab Spill Trepidation:

This fear is often suffered by hijabis (women who cover their hair for modesty) who do not want/need any more people staring. It often presents after meals that were thoroughly enjoyed to the point that the hijabi did not realize what food was being splashed/dropped/smeared where. She will come out the other side of a meal constantly checking the front of her hijab for remnants of said meal. The fear is exacerbated by the fact that food will always find its way to a prominent place on the hijab.

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I’m saving it for later

2. Escalat-terror:

The inexplicable fear that the one’s loose clothing (skirt, thobe, abaya) will be ripped off in one fell swoop of the perpetual motion of an escalator, revealing the Muslim’s unsightly PJ’s. The Muslim will tip toe to the very middle of the steps and hold on tightly to the clothing articles that are most likely to be devoured by the hungry, escalator monster. The fear is only made worse by googling escalator + accidents.

escalator blues
escalator blues

1. Islamophobia-phobia:

This is the fear that the Muslim will be grouped together with international crime rings like ISIS or Al Qaeda and hated by all he/she meets. The phobia is often brought out when some “Islamic” group on the other side of the universe acts like a fool, and the Muslim is assumed to be like them or asked to answer for said groups crimes … to everyone … everywhere he/she goes.

there are nuts in every group.
there are nuts in every group.

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Letter to Palestine: An Appeal for Prayer

Letter to Palestine: An Appeal for Prayer

Written by Theresa Corbin

To Palestine from an American citizen,

Please, in this time of extreme oppression you are suffering, pray that the American people come to know, come to understand what they support when they support Israel.

Many Americans are ignorant of the fact that you live in occupied cities, Gaza being entirely walled in.

Many Americans have no idea that you cannot move, build, live, breathe without Israeli approval. They don’t know that Israel controls the amount of food and water you receive. They have never been told that innocent civilians are arrested, imprisoned and tortured by the Israeli government en masse, or that one Palestinian child is murdered every third day by Israeli forces even in times of “peace”.

The American people are being led to believe that Israel has a right to defend itself, but Americans are never told that you have no resources, no army, air force, or navy.

The American people are being told that Hamas is using you as human shields and therefore Israel has cause to kill you and your children. But when Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch and the UN  investigated this claim they found no evidence to support it. And the American media “forgot” to mention it.

Palestinians, pray that the American people learn the truth. Pray for the American people because those who know the truth are marching in the streets for you.

New Orleans stands with Palestine protest on Aug 1. Protester holds her sign to show support.
New Orleans stands with Palestine protest on Aug 1. Protester holds her sign to show support.

Because the more Americans understand, the less the media and the elected officials will be able to get away with promoting and funding your oppression and murder.

The more they learn the more people will come out of their homes and march in the streets to show their solidarity with you.

The more Americans know the more they will make our leaders see that support of Israel is a crime against humanity and not in is our name.

Jews, Christians, Muslims and Atheists gather to send to Protest.
Jews, Christians, Muslims and Atheists gather to send to Protest.

The more Americans know the more they will realize that we are not free until YOU are free.

In my home town I attended a rally, where thousands of people of all faiths came out to protest the crimes that are committed against you. We took to the streets to make more people listen to the truth, to send our love to you, to make our representatives see they do not represent us, to show them that sending our tax money to Israel make us sick!

Please pray that more Americans learn the truth and that their knowledge leads to change.

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Letter to Palestine: You’re Not Forgotten

Letter to Palestine: You’re Not Forgotten

Written by Nicole Elmasry

Dear Palestine,

I just want to say that you are not forgotten, your brothers and sisters all around the world have not forgotten you. We are here, making dua for you, protesting for you, appealing to our leaders for you. I do not go to sleep at night or wake up in the morning without thinking of you. My greatest hope is that this terrible atrocity will bring our Ummah together once again and Palestine will be once more.

I wonder if there are any Palestinians still alive that remember what Palestine use to look like, before the grass was scorched by bombs, before your homes were destroyed. I wonder how much of it still remains. I like to imagine their is a small outline, small fragments, a fountain, or walls that still stand in remembrance, like a fingerprint around Palestine.

The frame around a door with the inscription of a family name that use to own the home. A dining room table being used in a house in Israel without knowing what its origins are. Small panels of tile, inlaid in a marble floor created during the time of Salah El Deen. A bronze key created for a door that still stands. Bricks turned to stones kicked around on the street. Basement floors imprinted with old papers, contracts, coins from a time that has passed. A city built on top of, in and around another city.

It must be strange to know that only a few meters away there is peace, only a few meters away there is grass and olive trees; streets. I wonder if you are taunted by the sounds of a lawnmower and children playing in safety. Can you remember what grass feels like under your feet, do you remember what a cool breeze feels like beneath the shade of a tree. Do you laugh when you smell cologne on a soldier, who has time to think of such luxuries.

Has this become your life you must wonder, but we can feel the hope in your heart for your country, for peace.

I hope that this atrocity is but a paragraph in your history, Palestine. I hope that someday in my lifetime, I can visit Palestine and I will stand where you are standing now and it will be a place of remembrance. I hope you will rebuild what was lost and I can wander along your narrow streets and listen to the Adhan echoing between alleyways, while the sound carries across your rooftops.

We are here for you my brothers and sisters of Palestine, may Allah bless you with a just Leader who will protect you and rebuild Palestine to even better than what it was before ameen! insha Allah!

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Letter to Palestine: An Appeal for Forgiveness

Letter to Palestine: An Appeal for Forgiveness

Written by Stephanie Siam

Dear Palestine,

In the midst of your continuous struggle to overcome oppression, You are never far from my mind. During my days, I think of You. During my nights, I dream of You.

But I’ve never been good at writing inspirational messages or condolences.

Therefore, the only thing I can say is: I’m sorry.

To the mothers and fathers who only yesterday tucked their little ones into bed, making dua’a that they would see the light of this morning, I’m sorry for your irreparable losses, those of which will never be forgotten or consoled away. Those which make you stand on your roofs and in the streets, unafraid of looming death, as no death could compare in pain as that of losing a child.

To the children, the orphans, who will never again know the warmth of their mothers’ arms and the strength of their fathers’ embraces, I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold and comfort you. I’m sorry I can’t bring you into my own home, to provide you with safety, love, and stability, to erase the fear from your lives and the emptiness from your hearts.

To the injured and sick, I’m sorry I cannot provide you with appropriate health and medical care, with supplies and safe havens to recover. That I can’t deliver border passes to cross into the West Bank or Egypt, to escape the terror and bolster any chance you have for recovery or survival.

To the oppressed and grief-stricken, to the refugees and homeless, I’m sorry for being unable to stop these atrocities on your lives, your land, your homes, your history, your being.

Dearest Palestine, I’m sorry that with each passing day, more of your story, present, past and future, is wiped out of existence by an enemy hell-bent on Your destruction. Though I’ve never seen your markets, felt your grass or touched your magnificent olive trees, I am connected to You. I am Palestine.

Above all, dear Palestine, I respect and look up to you and your people. Those who, for nearly a century, have been weighted down by the constant pressure of apartheid and occupation. Those who, despite their maladies, still play on the beach and in the park. Those who, despite their hardships, observe Ramadan and celebrate Eid as though the explosions overhead were coming from fireworks, not bombs.

Those who, in the face of evil and its ever-presence, cry out, “We will not be defeated! We will never back down!”

May Allah grant you mercy and respite from this onslaught of terror, and may His punishment be fulfilled in a swift and just manner. For Allah is truly the Most Beneficent and Most Judicious of all, and His will is always done. He does not change His mind or alter His promises. For that, dear Palestine, we can be joyful. For that, dear Palestine, we can rejoice. For Allah promises Jannah to those who fight in and die for His cause. For you, my dear brothers and sisters, are the muhajaddin, and may you be duly rewarded for your obedience and suffering. Ameen.

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Have Yourself a Very Multi-Cultural Eid!

Have Yourself a Very Multi-Cultural Eid!

Written by Gracie Lawrence
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Eid! Who knew three letters could pack such a punch.

What does it mean to a lot of people? Well, for some it conjures up memories of seeing loved ones, going to early prayer at the mosque and eating certain traditional sweets.

Unfortunately for many converts, who grew up celebrating different holidays, we may not feel as connected to this happy occasion. We may still painfully cling to lingering images of our own childhood, collecting colorful eggs in baskets or throwing tinsel and garlands on trees, and you know what … that is okay.

It is normal to psychologically associate feelings with memories triggered by events as these- times when we were closest to our families. We do our best to try and create new memories that can also similarly capture the feel good events of our past- whether with new Muslim friends, new spouses or growing families.

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And so we celebrate these Muslim holidays sometimes hesitant, not wanting to create bid’ah ( Also know as innovation in religion. Bid’ah in Islam is considered a deviation and a serious sin) and yet only familiar to celebrating holidays in a certain fashion, the way in which we were raised.

One area new to many converts that begin to mingle with Muslims outside of their culture is the Eastern cultural practice of Eidia or Eidie. Eidia is money that is handed to women or children during Eid that can range from a few cents to hundreds of dollars and is given as a gift instead of an actual present wrapped in ribbons and bows.

Memories....from the corner of my mind....
What can be inside? Don’t shake it too hard!

Generally reserved for family including extended family members- depending on the culture it may also include neighborhood children that visit houses door to door wishing happy Eid in exchange for a few cents.

For new converts, depending on their own cultural upbringing, it can be strange to see people pass out money- generally, much effort and consideration is put into finding a loved one an actual object that we believe may be cherished or enjoyed.

In fact, in many circles handing out money may be seen as kind of insulting– a kind of whoops, we forgot about you – so here is some cash or the awkward … don’t know you so well third cousin, once removed, here, have a gift card.

This “cash-as-an-after-thought present” is not the perception in many Eastern cultures where the extra money can be used not only in the purchase of the rare indulgent treat of choice, but more often than not, as money that can be used to fulfill a basic need (such as paying an electric bill) or fulfill other social obligation … such as giving your Eidie money or Eidia to someone younger or more in need than yourself.

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Kids will be lining up all “Happy Eid good sir…..”

However you chose to celebrate the upcoming holiday, sharing tokens of friendship and kindness that puts happiness in the heart of another Muslim is always a good deed pleasing to Allah.

So if you are a converts, don’t look down on someone who is handing out cash. If you are a born Muslims, understand the consideration that went into a finding the right gift, if it is not cash.

However you decide to spread cheer, whether you choose to do that through passing homemade sweets, treating another with a thoughtfully wrapped gift, passing out Eidia or just sending smiles, salams and a “Happy Eid”, it always tends to make the season bright.

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This Eid let’s take time to reflect, be grateful for what we have been blessed with, praise Allah, and enjoy.

 

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Ramadan Giving: Stop Hunger Now

Ramadan Giving: Stop Hunger Now

Written by Theresa Corbin

We have fasted long hours in hot days here in the Northern Hemisphere. And the time will come when the Southern Hemisphere will have to do the same (lunar months and earth’s tilted rotation, ain’t it fun?!).  During this time we have gone hungry and thirsty for good cause and we become better people for it. But what about people who go hungry and thirsty for no cause?

Ramadan should teach us many things. One of those things should be empathy and compassion for those who go without. It’s simple. Many of us have more than enough. And many of us can help lighten someone else’s burden. So why not go for it when their is so much reward in it?

“(The righteous are those) who feed the poor, the orphan and the captive for the love of God, saying: ‘We feed you for the sake of God Alone; we seek from you neither reward nor thanks.'” – The Holy Quran, 76:8-9

And so I introduce to you the next in our Ramadan giving series …

Ramadan Giving: Stop Hunger Now

Stop Hunger
graphic by Nicole Elmary

What do they do?

Stop Hunger Now is a global humanitarian aid organization that has been fulfilling its commitment to end hunger since 1998.  Every year, Stop Hunger Now provides millions of nutritious meals and other life-saving aid to children and families all over the world. Stop Hunger Now collaborates with existing development efforts in vulnerable communities to provide meals to places such as schools, orphanages, nurseries and medical clinics.

Why is this important?

Because when people get involved- things change.

Recommendation: Watch on mute. The song is pretty terrible.

How can we help?

Click the links to find out how you can host a packaging event, join the movement, volunteer, or donate money or products.

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