Black – Political vs. Ethnic?

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by Nathan E Richards

Next month Goldsmiths University is to host an event on black feminism, with two guests from the institution to speak on this important topic – the event is billed thusly: “Conversation on Black British Feminism”. Two of Britain’s internationally acclaimed professors of race and gender will talk about Black British feminism and the inspirations, ideas and experiences that ground their own landmark writing. Sara Ahmed (The Promise of Happiness; On Being Included: Racism and Diversity in Institutional Life; Willful Subjects) and Heidi Safia Mirza (Young Female and Black; Black British Feminism; Race Gender and Educational Desire: Why Black Women Succeed and Fail) have a dedicated following within and beyond the academy.”

Many young black academics, however, have expressed concern about the ability of ‘politically black’ academics to adequately represent and elucidate the experience of ‘ethnically black’ women. The social media backlash began in earnest a…

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Why I won’t be wearing the ‘Poppy Hijab’

Succinct and on point.

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by Sofia Ahmed

10626644_10100834067865345_4866037326840446690_nIn the latest attempt at unabashed apologism, Muslim groups such as the Islamic Society of Britain (ISB) have asked Muslim women to don a ‘Poppy Hijab’ in order to remember the Muslim soldiers that took part in the two world wars. Sughra Ahmed, president of the ISB suggested that these hijabs would  “take attention away from extremists“. This latest gimmick has got to be the most ill-conceived of the recent spate of  “we are not extremists” initiatives.

Marketing the poppy as a stance against extremism suggests that refusing the symbol is tantamount to ‘extremism’. A great selling point right there. Buy a £22 hijab to prove that you’re not a terrorist, wannabe ‘jihadi bride’ – planning on running off to Syria to find your ISIS prince in bloodstained camouflage. It almost made me think I should buy one, it might make walking through security checks…

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Life without filters.

Too often it’s so easy to find myself entrapped in what I can only describe as the modern ills of society – social networking.

Where social media protagonists become larger than life. There are no barriers. No limits. Offense is the pièce de rèsistance crowned with an accolade of social glory.

Each one of us is vying to be proven right. And it is only when circumstances literally pull you away that harmony can be restored.

20141104_170523A harmony that I once cherished of privacy with those I held most dear to me. A perfect balance of time management and free time to nurture my soul.

The advantages of wifi… the www don’t outweigh what is at stake here for me.

Communication. Focusing on the right now than the what will be if i dont reply. Filter through these obstacles I’ve completed half my journey.

And when I sit back and look around I see the beauty in its most pure natural form.

This is what life was before the humdrum of who I am and who are you.

A life much more simple. One full of fun, love and laughter. Where no one knew who you were but you lived your life to the fullest.

You did what you had to because that is the essence of you. Its not about ego. I left that behind a long time ago.


And as I leave you again,

Magrebi Sunset
Magrebi Sunset

yes you nurtured me mother Magreb but you know I don’t want to leave your lap. I feel a saddness in my heart. But I have learnt my lesson well. I can only be. I can only control what is with in me and nothing else.  Learn to let go. Learn to not interfere in that which does not concern me. Everything has been decreed so I should be worry free.

I’m coming home

cd063f97-44ab-4e92-bf78-61c0f1232b42I can feel my heart beat so strong. A crazy mad rush of love overtakes me. I see a decade flash before me eyes. The breeze I feel against my skin calling me to its shores. And still 17 years on my love for this land is standing stronger than the first day I stepped out into the ryad.

Look what I’m bringing back to you i hear my soul whisper “Your sons” I raised them well and now I hope they love you as much as I do.

I can’t get to you soon enough to feel the dust of which I am created. To see and feel you all around me like the maternal embrace of motherhood,  softly healing my wounds as I turn up at your doorstep. I hear your words… it’s okay Sara that was the dunya you’re home now.

30:07:2014 Shalom TelAviv

Arrived safe and well. Was dreading re infamous grilling upon arrival…. Instead I got handed a complimentary chocolate and a bookmark.
3 questions a smile and welcome to Israel.
Ben Gurion is a beautiful airport you wouldn’t think it’s a stone throw away from a place that is being beamed across the world as being demolished to dust.
As you step out the warm air greets you like welcome home let us make you one of us….
We start driving towards the one place so sacred to millions.
Apparently it used to be a direct road from Yaffa all they way here lined with Palestinian villages… Now there are less than a handful and they are not signposted.
All of a sudden we hit traffic jams at 22:30 pm … Has there been an accident? “No perhaps someone hit missiles or rockets” he replies casually.
Oh okay. I respond just as ‘it’s the norm”.
Flags …. Flags everywhere.., why though the World Cup is over I think to myself ….
So tired. Finally when I fall asleep amidst the street noises of cats fighting a cock crowing it feels you could be anywhere in the world.
Then a few hours later you hear it and you hear it loud and clear…
The AdhanAlQuds…. This is Jerusalem AlQuds.