Monday, June 1, 2009

It's been a while

So I just thought I would take a moment to scribble (metaphorically) a few words. It's been a long time since I've written anything, and I certainly intend to write a longer and better article on how I came to Islam, but before that, I have a few things that I want to say:

1. My life is amazing. I am absolutely in love with the most amazing girl ever. The road that got us here is long a circuitous but here we are, and it is absolutely right. Alhamdulillah! Love ya Kris!!

2. Made it to England. That was a great trip! We went to see a play in London on my birthday. It really doesn't get a whole lot better than that!

3. Many thanks to Allah (swt) and Tod for guiding me to a masjid where I finally made Shahada and attend Salat al Jummah on Fridays.

4. Back to the gym!! Time to work on the guns with my favorite gym rockstar!

So ultimately, I just wanted to express my sincere gratitude and love. Stay tuned for more.

as salaam alaykum!

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Sunday, February 15, 2009

How I came to Islam (Part 1)

What exactly is it that draws a person toward anything in life? Regardless of whether we're talking about the company we keep, the music we prefer, or even major positions upon which we stake eternity, and I mean that literally. I'm talking of course about the other subject besides politics that we don't discuss at dinner: religion. I don't even like that word. In the Qur'an, the word deen is the word that has been translated into western languages as "religion," but "deen" in Arabic would be more correctly translated along the lines of "way-of-life." I will explain the significance of this of course.

Bismillah al rahman al rahim

My journey to Islam was definitely one which I thought would be weird by all considerations, but from what I've read, it isn't terribly far off the beaten trail from most people's journey from another religion to Islam.

I was baptized and raised Roman Catholic. My mother continues to attend church services to this day, and my father's opinions on religion are rather unconventional. By that, I mean he's about as hostile on the subject as Nietzsche although much less reasonable. People often have found it hard to believe that I am and always have been a religious person, but I am. Before I finished high school, I had been confirmed as a Catholic, but that was effectively the end of the line for me. I attended services once or twice in college, but that was because of a girl and absolutely for the wrong reason.

Toward the end of an emotionally disastrous relationship, I found myself drawn back toward Christianity, although I had by that point felt that there were too many contradictions and humanly formulated dogmas within Catholicism, all of which seemed to point to temporal control for political gain. I investigated the theological positions of various Orthodox Churches and found them to be even more fraught with what I felt to be idolatry and worship of human tradition and human learning. The significance of this was that I began investigating the Filioque Controversy and the various Ecumenical Councils that were behind the formation of Christian theology and thinking that permeates all of Christianity from the autocephalus Orthodox Churches to the Roman Catholic and various Protestant churches. So much of this theology was born out of political realities of its time and was often cast against a backdrop of controversy and the threat of heretics within society. All too often this institution, founded in the name of a man who brought a message of peace and of compassion, found itself fighting wars against infidels, whether they be "witches" or heretics, or Muslims, and in the process committing some of history's most egregious acts of murder, torture, and barbarism.

I found myself feeling that the message of Jesus (peace be upon him) was being overshadowed by an institution that was bent on social control. At one point in time, I considered that it was some manner of illuminati conspiracy, but ultimately, I came to find that the behavior of these institutions was the product of the civilization in which it existed, although this was a continuously changing and highly mutable system. To put it simply: the institutions reacted to society and imposed rules to protect their interests and consolidate their power. These acts influenced society, which caused the Church to react and make changes and impose rules. This was a political reality that was not initially intended to have an imperial end, although unscrupulous leaders often siezed on opportunities to consolidate their power and control.

By that time, I found myself to be squarely in the Protestant camp. I absolutely repudiated the notions of magisterium and the power of human tradition in the Roman Church. I felt that the key to the whole salvation issue lay in the Protestant doctrines of Sola Fide and Sola Scriptura. As with the methodical and academically rigorous approach taken by Luther, I felt that Scripture had to be the rule of faith. If it couldn't be proven through Scripture, then it had to be regarded as innovation and rejected on that basis.

I also was uneasy with the ideas of vicarious atonement. Or at least, I should say that I was uneasy with the idea of vicarious atonement as being attainable but only through a very formulaic (and in a way soundly under human control) manner. The more I explored these ideas, the more I ran into issues with social justice oriented schools of thought such as liberation theology, which seemed to be consistent with the message of Jesus (pbuh) being branded dangerous heresies. I found within the 39 Articles of the Anglican Church boldly contradictory positions to those of the historical Jesus (pbuh). Among these is the position that "the property of men is not communal" and that this is not justified by Scripture but "rather repugnant to the word of God." A bold position given that the historical Jesus (pbuh) did teach that we were our brothers' keepers and that we are supposed to share and look out for each other. Once these positions began to come to light, I clung to the notion that the Protestant tradition allows for more latitude in matters of doctrine and practice- the Anglican tradition was more nuanced than most and it was within that tradition that I had begun the process of attending seminary and becoming a priest.

The damage had been done though. Later, I would find myself questioning the doctrines of vicarious atonement and the dangerous contradiction in expecting righteousness from people who were saved by belief in an event. This was too much, and it even forced me into the battle over how much of the narration of that event could be counted upon and eventually to the notion that the only writings that held Jesus (pbuh) up as being anything more than a man were those of Paul, or those attrubuted to him.

Reading further into the matter of Saul of Tarsus, I found a great many issues which would cause great concern and doubt on the possibility of the validity of Christianity, or as I have heard Dr. Bart Ehrmann call it: Churchianity. Among these concerns were the ideas that in the region of Asia Minor that Saul came from (Tarsus), there was a mystery cult religion devoted to Mithra. Among the characteristics of the protagonist of this mystery cult are the following:

1. Incarnation of deity.
2. Death for the redemption of mankind.
3. Burial for three days and resurrection from the dead.
4. A comemorative meal representing the event (also called Eucharist).
5. A male heirarchy with 3 ranks (analagous to Bishops, Priests, and Deacons).
6. The head of the heirarchy was called the "Holy Father."

In addition to these facts, I also found out that Constantine, the Roman emporer who convened the famous council at Nicea, made Christianity the state religion of the empire, but did not convert himself until his time of death, and even this is the subject of debate. Even worse than that, I found that the emperor was a member of a cult called Sol Invictus. This mystery cult was a group devoted to sun worship. This is the reason Christians celebrate the Sabbath on Sunday even though Saturday is the day of the Jewish Sabbath. All of these factors combined to shake my faith in Christianity.
The real nail in the coffin surrounds the Bible itself. The original texts of the Bible however have been lost and changed systematically. So many of these changes are seemingly the result of the triumph of one particular faction over another with the losing faction and all that they represent or the books they revered being suppressed. So many of these books resurfaced when the Dead Sea Scrolls turned up, or the various controversies surrounding the Shroud of Turin. In both cases, one of the biggest voices to suppress truth is Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, now known as Pope Benedict XVI. The subject of Christian controversy demands a great deal of space and resources for a proper exposition. For the purposes of this writing, these matters will not be delved into in great deal as there already exists a substantial body of scholarship on the subject.

To be Continued...

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

so...

I was originally going to write something about being annoyed. Then I was going to write something about being mad religious and being above all that, but that made me feel like a pretentious jerk, and that isn't cool, you know?

So right now I'm just watching hockey and thinking that sometimes it's better to just be aware and to be grateful for everything, keep your trap shut and hope that the Bruins pull it out and beat Toronto. I'm watching the replay, so shut up all right?

I guess that's all I've got for now. For me of course I must say al-hamdu lillah and indeed every measure of all things down to their most infinitesimally small sub-sub-sub-like-small-you-dig particles is a gift. Don't let anything else get at you. If you do right and give thanks and pay your respects appropriately, and you know what I mean, and it'll be all good. So shut up, watch hockey, and chill.

al-hamdu lilah

ps I need to learn to bowl.

also, Canada is kind of wack. No, I'm kidding. Canada is dope. I'm just watching the Bruins-Leafs game and I was being kind of a jerk. No beef, Canada. I luvs you baby.

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Saturday, January 3, 2009

2009... here it is

OK, so here we go with the goals for 2009. Not like anybody necessarily cares what I'm going to be shooting for, but I think it forces a greater degree of accountability if I throw it out there. In that spirit, here's what I intend to accomplish. I'm thinking of posting some progress reports up here as the year goes on. If people are bored enough, they'll read it. Even if not, it's all good. The written word has power and maybe putting it down will be the boot in the ass that I need to make it happen. So, in no particular order, here they go:

1. Health and fitness: hey I'm not going to complain here- I've lost close to 100lbs since 2006. That's not bad at all, but that's not enough. Sit on your ass and it's only going to get bigger. Noise. Since April of 2008, I've been a pretty regular fixture at the gym, but it hasn't been quite as productive as I would have liked for it to have been. When I say that, it's important to understand my psychology: I'm nuts. It's that simple. I get annoyed at myself if I can't or don't immediately master something. Not necessarily good for the head-space, but it will motivate you. 2008 was pretty good for developing decent form lifting and for getting a cardio routine up and running (horrendous pun unintended but inevitable), but 2009 is going to be a lot more about results. To that end, here's what I intend to have done before 2010:

  • Reduce my body fat to less than 10%.
  • Flat bench press 300 lbs. (that's gonna fawkin' rock and you all know it!)
  • Incrementally reduce my per-mile run time. I consistently run 3 10 minute miles back-to-back. I'm going for 8 minute miles initially eventually ending in being able to do a 6 minute mile.
  • Speaking of the number six- all I'm saying here is "six-pack."

Career: When I got out of grad school, I made the most colossal mistake EVER. Seriously. I took an 8 year detour. I decided that I should get a "real job" before starting a PhD program. This was honestly the stupidest thing I ever did. I did it because I thought it was the "right thing" to do. What happened? I spent almost a decade in complete misery. I hated my job. I hated the industry. I hated the vast majority of the people I worked for. It pretty much sucked. I hated that I was working in a field that was completely in opposition to my personal political beliefs. My goal way back in the day was to teach, and I lost sight of that. To rectify this, there are three things that will happen in 2009:
  • I will get certified to teach history at the secondary level, most likely in MA (because the bureaucracy in RI is a complete and utter nightmare.
  • I will also study for the GRE and explore PhD programs.

Artistically and Creatively: 2009 will be more focused on refining and honing my skills with photography. For the time being, I am feeling as though music has reached a plateau. I will certainly pick it up again, but for the moment, the guitar will more than likely be simply for recreational purposes. Additionally, I will accomplish the following:
  • Get at least one photo published.
  • Create and print a professional portfolio.
Interpersonal Relationships: This is not just a matter of doing something so much as it is about changing my outlook in areas of my life governing interpersonal relationships. To that end, here's what's on deck:
  • To embrace not merely accept things in life as they are.
  • Embracing with true humility and gratitude every triumph and defeat, every feat and every setback. There is a lesson to be learned in all of these experiences. Concerning oneself with "what-ifs" is about as logical as being truly consumed with concern over fiction. Life, therefore will not be taken any more seriously than an episode of Dr. Who.
Spirituality and religion: Time to fish or cut bait here. Simply believing and stating such is not sufficient. 2009 will also see the following accomplished:
  • learning to pray properly in Arabic.
  • spending at least 30 minutes per day reading the Qur'an or Hadith or otherwise studying Islam.
  • keeping fast during Ramadan.
  • Making Shahadah in a Mosque.
Stuff I've always wanted to do: Pretty much like everyone else on the planet, I have a ton of stuff that I really want to do. Every now and then, life reminds us that we don't have all the time in the world and we better get at it. So here's what's up for 2009:
  • Visit the motherland. That's right- without a doubt, 2009 will involve going to England.
  • Jump out of a perfectly good airplane: pretty self explanatory. Always wanted to and hate heights like all hell, but it's going to be a a blast.

So that's what's up. I just figured I'd put it out there even if only to hold myself accountable for what I want to do. The kind folks who happen by to read this certainly have my thanks and if anyone is aboard for any of them, the more the merrier. And now I'm basically falling asleep at the keys here, so I'm going to call it a night.

Peace

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Monday, December 29, 2008

Face down in the gutter, won't admit defeat...

For the truly hip, that line should be recognizable. It's from the classic Dropkick Murphys tune Barroom Hero. Yes I am indeed listening to the Dropkicks right now. I always have a great deal of nostalgia for the Do or Die record. That was before they became the house band for Boston sporting events. Now I don't loathe them because of their connection with the Red Sox even though I loathe the Red Sox, but I loathe where they went musically.

I remember when they started and were doing shitty Clash covers and making noise in and around the Boston area. I remember when Mike McColgan fronted the band rather than that scenester asshole Al Barr. I mean hell, he might be an all right guy (actually I know he isn't so fuck that) but I hated the Bruisers and I don't like the sound that the Dropkicks got once Al was on board.

And lastly, I rememer when the Dropkicks started. They were a fucking skinhead band. Not a "street rock" band. A fucking skinhead band. Why does that matter? Because I used to be a fucking skinhead. And I wasn't a neo-nazi asshole either. We used to call those guys boneheads and I've still got the scars from fighting with those clowns.

I have no idea why I have the desire to go off on old Oi! bands that I used to like, but there it is.

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Friday, December 26, 2008

Thank God for the Gym

That's really all I'm saying right now. Now I don't want to sound like a total meathead- I'm not there yet (basically, I'm not in good enough shape to be a meathead, but I'm working on it). I just got to work out for the first time in a week. That is absolutely terrible. Between the holiday that shall not be named and the weather last weekend, I got hosed by life. I know it could certainly be worse, but damn if that last week or 2 of december doesn't suck.

Aside of my annoyance at the holiday that shall not be named, there was a ton in the news that was a real drag. Let's start with the holiday in question. Why do I have a beef with it? Well, I'm going to go straight for the jugular here: people celebrate it for the wrong reason. And I say that not only as a non Christian but as someone who formerly believed devoutly in the Christian religion. I would go so far as to say that my theology was on par with Thomas Cranmer - I was emphatically Protestant and believed wholeheartedly in the doctrines of sola scriptura and sola fide without reservation. Based upon the readings I had done of the Christian and Hebrew Bibles, I felt confident in my knowledge and the strength of my faith. Jumping forward many years, we find your intrepid writer not only as someone who has doubts about Christianity, but as someone who has converted to Islam. And yet the lack of faith in the religious implications of the holiday that shall not be named is part of what was on my nerves.

See the problem that I have is this: if you aren't celebrating this particular holiday for religious reasons, all you are doing is celebrating unnecessary consumer purchases and of materialism in general. That, in my humble opinion, is just a steaming pile of nonsense. Of course family can be grating as well at such times- if I got paid for the number of times I've heard noise like "oh come on, it's [the holiday that shall not be named]; lighten up." Well so what. December 25th is just another day to me. Yeah so the majority of the American public celebrates it. Whoopty-shit. I mean seriously. WT Fuck.

The other one I love is when my family tries to drag me to church. That's always a blast. I mean seriously, do they really think I'm going to be like "oh sure, ok- why not?" Here's the issue: my family is Roman Catholic. I loathed that institution for years. Just the word Catholic is offensive. Seriously. It means universal. Tell me that the church of Rome wasn't a tiny bit smug and arrogant in referring to itself as the Universal Church. Fuck you Joe Ratzinger. You couldn't get me into a Catholic church once I had gone Protestant, no way am I going there now. The response? "Oh come on. But it's [the holiday that shall not be named]." Well whoopty shit to that. I have to explain constantly that as a Muslim, I believe that there is nothing worthy of worship except for God. Jesus (peace be upon him) is not God, and there is ample evidence to show how the Christian Bible has been altered and manipulated by a power structure bent on temporal control by way of spiritual power and it has been that way for centuries. Christianity is a bookish religion whose original scriptures are long gone. Even if the Bible was inspired by God, the original books are long gone and there is no way to know what they said.

So that got me jerked.

Then there's the santa guy who shot up his in-laws place. That's just fucked up.
The most supremely fucked up story though is the two little boys who were beaten to death by their 36 year old cousin. That one got me all choked up. I just don't understand people I suppose. But I do understand the gym and there was some definite solace in that tonight.

That's all I've got for now. fuckers.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

The more I play music...

... the more I enjoy photography.

That was actually not me who said that first. It was actually Matt Granz on iCompositions. I find it interesting because I've been a pretty big admirer of his work, which is in its own right excellent, as well as for the fact that I am in the same boat. It's kind of interesting to hear another musician talking about how they really are just more into a different artform at the moment.

I understand what he means completely, having gotten much more into photography myself of late. Both of us have also acquired DSLR's recently. Mine is a Sony Alpha 200 and his is a Nikon D90. Nikons are an excellent DSLR in their own right. My friend Kris has a Canon EOS Rebel, and she gets some sick results with it. I'm getting there. Lately, I'm just starting to experiment more with F-stop, aperture, white balance, etc., but having the ability to do that is really sick. I managed to catch two shots of the same waterfall with different shutter speed; in one of them, the speed was so quick that you can see bubbles distinctly in the water and in the other, the motion blurs it to the point where it looks like an almost gaseous and ghostly motion.

There's no "deep " life metaphor here. I'm just really enjoying photography. I suppose that in Autumn in New England, it's hard to take a bad picture, but I'm waiting to see what happens when winter gets here. I'm also waiting for my Telephoto lens to get here. It's my second additional lens. The first one I picked up was a macro zoom lens. It ranges up to 300mm, which is pretty sick. The telephoto is an aspherical lens, so it'll be interesting to see what I can do with that. Both are made by Tamron. I'm quite impressed by what Tamron does. If the macro zoom I have is indicative of the type of lenses we're talking about, I'm pretty happy so far. I have no idea what other lenses to go with. Some people are suggesting a fish eye lens, but I don't know about that. Maybe. Or maybe I'll look into Aperture or Light Room. I dunno.

Speaking of impressed, all I'm saying here is that the Bruins handed the Canadiens one hell of a beating tonight. WOW! Fuggin A.

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