Canada: Man Charged with Racial Assault on Muslim Teenage girl

Loon Watch - 10 April, 2014 - 23:13


What’s up with these violent old White males attacking Muslim female teenagers? Is this part of an effort to liberate them?

Man charged with racial assault on teenage girl

A Hamilton man is charged with assault after he allegedly yelled racial slurs at a teenage Muslim girl and chased her out of her apartment building.

A 17-year-old girl was heading to her apartment building on Oxford Street around 3:30 p.m. on Tuesday when a man began yelling what police say were racial slurs at her in the lobby. The man yelled at her to leave the building, said Det. Carmine Pietroniro from Hamilton Police Services’s hate crime/extremism unit.

The longer the culprit yelled, the more aggressive he became, Pietroniro said. “At that point, he tried kicking her.”

Another tenant helped restrain the man, while the victim ran to her apartment and told her mother about the incident, police say.

The two women went to the police station to report the incident. While they were there, the suspect walked in to file a report on the same incident, recognized the girl and yelled at her. Officers intervened and the 67-year-old man was arrested.

Pietroniro says he’s still not sure what the man was going to say in his report. ”We’re not sure what his intentions were.”

Hamilton police investigated 122 hate-related events in 2013, two thirds of which involved prejudice involving race or ethnicity. And nearly 12 per cent involved prejudice based upon the victim’s religion.

Still, an incident as aggressive as this one is “not a common occurrence,” Pietroniro said.

No One Helped A Muslim Teen When A Man Spat On Her, Called Her A Terrorist: Reports

Loon Watch - 10 April, 2014 - 22:36


No One Helped A Muslim Teen When A Man Spat On Her, Called Her A Terrorist: Reports

(Huffington Post)

A man on board a New York City bus allegedly spat on a 15-year-old Muslim girl on Tuesday, pushed her, and called her a “terrorist.” DNAinfo reports police are investigating the incident as a hate crime.

The teen was wearing a traditional headscarf Tuesday morning while riding the Q88 bus on her way to school in Kew Gardens Hills, Queens. According to The New York Post, she accidentally brushed her bag against the man, sending him into a hate-filled tirade.

The man, who is described as a 5-foot-7 middled-aged white man, allegedly raised his fist at the teen, threatening her. “He kept cursing, ‘terrorist’ and stuff,” she told ABC News, who didn’t identify her at the request of her family. “He kept cursing and ‘Oh, you Muslim piece of s***, you’re a terrorist.’”

According to the Post, the scared teen responded by calling her attacker a “piece of s***,” prompting him to allegedly say, “Do you think I’m afraid to hit you? I will kill you.”

Although the man allegedly pushed the girl, spat on her three times, called her a terrorist, and threatened to kill her, she says no one on the bus helped her.

“They were laughing,” she told ABC of her fellow passengers. “What if that were your daughter? Wouldn’t you stand up for her?”

The man reportedly got off the bus when it stopped along Kissena Boulevard near Queens College.

What do we Make of the “Indian” Converts to Islam

Muslimah Media Watch - 10 April, 2014 - 11:00
There is a lot of talk recently about “Latin” and Spanish-speaking converts to Islam, particularly women, which I have discussed in previous posts (here and here). Female converts to Islam, in general, give us a lot to talk about; thus, my question in a previous post on “Are converts news?” Some converts are treated as [Read More...]

Academy school in Birmingham is victim of 'witch-hunt', says governor

The Guardian World news: Islam - 9 April, 2014 - 22:32
Park View school denies allegations of extremism after inspections triggered by 'serious' complaints

A Muslim-majority academy at the centre of a row over alleged Islamic fundamentalism in Birmingham is the victim of a "witch-hunt", a governor at the school has claimed.

David Hughes, a trustee and governor at Park View school in Birmingham for more than 15 years, said the secondary was under attack "under the pretext of concerns about extremism and threats to the education of pupils".

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US Run Afghan Equivalent of Guantanamo Bay Releases Innocent Man After 9 Years of Mental Torture

Loon Watch - 9 April, 2014 - 19:00


(h/t: Imaduddin)

Bagram detainee haunted by ‘mental torture’


Accused with a friend of transporting bombs in 2005, he has maintained his innocence —and an official record shows his captors suspected the same.

Now the 32-year-old, one of six Pakistanis released last November, has spoken out against his treatment at Bagram in a case rights groups say underlines the need for more scrutiny of the prison, opened in 2002 and often compared to Guantanamo Bay.

The Afghan authorities took over the jail, renamed Parwan, in 2013 but the US remains in charge of foreigners — including around 34 Pakistanis.

Mustafa Qadri, Pakistan researcher for Amnesty International, said the case “demonstrates the persisting secrecy surrounding US detention policies”.

“(It is) a significant problem given cases like this where individuals with no apparent involvement in hostilities happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Khan’s ordeal began one night in the restive northwestern city of Peshawar, where he and his friend had travelled from Khyber tribal district to visit a cousin in hospital.

There, he met two Afghans, “Saifoo” and “Lalzir”, who had brought their sick grandmother to the same facility.

The men became friends and the Afghans promised the Pakistanis a sightseeing tour in the eastern Afghan province of Nangarhar and the chance to pick up some informal work.

“The first day we arrived we wanted to go out, and they refused saying we have to wait for a friend, wait until tomorrow,” Khan, a tall, light-skinned man with a long beard and a prayer cap, told AFP.

After days of waiting, Khan said he decided to take a bus back to Pakistan, but Saifoo and Lalzir insisted it was their duty as hosts to escort their guests in a taxi.

It was then that things took a turn for the worse, with the car searched at a checkpoint by the Afghan army.

They were allowed to go, but were stopped again further up the road and detained.

The two Afghans were later freed but Khan and his friend were taken to a US base and questioned about explosives found in the car’s boot.

“They asked us, ‘Is this yours?’ And we told them we had no idea,” Khan said.

A few days later, he was taken to Bagram airbase and given a new identity: prisoner ISN 2422.

Psychological pressure

Detainees at Bagram had no access to lawyers, but records on them were released following a freedom of information request by the American Civil Liberties Union in 2009.

Umran’s file tells of a man with a consistent account of events who cannot be linked forensically to the explosives found in the car and with no known connections to militant groups.

Despite the fact he was captured in a taxi with IEDs, “there is no fingerprint evidence linking him to these IED components” nor “evidence of exposure to explosive materials”, the file said.

The US investigation concluded that “based upon the evidence and testimony…the continued interment of (Umran) is not necessary” and noted the “strange” circumstances surrounding his capture.

Despite being given a low threat assessment, Khan says his captors held him in solitary confinement and regularly subjected him to sleep deprivation.

“They wouldn’t let us sleep. If they wanted to punish you, for example if you spoke to another prisoner they would put you in a star position for 30 minutes to an hour,” he said.

“They had metal bars fitted into the doors of our cells. When they saw people were sleeping they would run a stick along it to make a loud noise.

”Later, as the jail became more crowded, inmates were moved to shared cells and given prayer mats and the Quran, but Khan said even that was used against them.

“They would pick it up and throw it around just as psychological pressure.

They would grind it down with their feet,” he said.

He said he developed breathing problems from the tear gas he said guards used to quell unruly inmates.

He also recalled beatings at the hands of soldiers, once after he complained about repeated cell searches that upended his meagre possessions.

“They wanted us to never have a moment’s peace, day or night. By the time we left, they wanted our minds to be destroyed.”

Pakistani detainees

A US defence spokesman declined to comment on the details of the case but said they did not tolerate the abuse of detainees.

“Although there have been substantiated cases of abuse in the past, for which US service members have been held accountable, our enemies also have employed a deliberate campaign of exaggerations and fabrications,” the spokesman said.

On Khan’s nine years in custody, the spokesman said decisions regarding “third-country nationals” involve “sensitive diplomatic discussions, which often take a considerable amount of time”.

The Justice Project Pakistan has taken the government to court to push for the remaining detainees’ liberation ahead of the withdrawal of foreign troops by the end of 2014. Campaigners fear the detainees may be caught in legal limbo if they are not repatriated before the deadline.

Tasneem Aslam, a spokeswoman for the foreign office, said negotiations were under way and they hoped for more releases in the coming months.

Khan now works in construction in Khyber and wants to get on with his life. He recalled the day last November when he was released. As he left Bagram, he says a US colonel apologised to him. “I replied: ‘Why are you asking forgiveness after nine years and after destroying our lives? Didn’t I tell you I’m innocent all along?’,” Khan said. “He just said, ‘Forgive us, you were right.’”

Brandeis University Rescinds Islamophobe Ayaan Hirsi Ali’s Honorary Degree

Loon Watch - 9 April, 2014 - 18:19


After a veritable social media storm, complaints from students at Brandeis University and a petition that quickly gathered 6,000 signatures, Brandeis has withdrawn its honorary degree offer to extreme Islamophobe, Ayaan Hirsi Ali.

Questions linger, why did Brandeis include Ayaan in the first place? She is not an “Islam critic” as the New York Times portrays her. Also what evidence is there that she actually has done anything for “women’s rights,” as claimed in Brandeis’ press release?

Following a discussion today between President Frederick Lawrence and Ayaan Hirsi Ali, Ms. Hirsi Ali’s name has been withdrawn as an honorary degree recipient at this year’s commencement. She is a compelling public figure and advocate for women’s rights, and we respect and appreciate her work to protect and defend the rights of women and girls throughout the world. That said, we cannot overlook certain of her past statements that are inconsistent with Brandeis University’s core values.  For all concerned, we regret that we were not aware of these statements earlier.

Commencement is about celebrating and honoring our extraordinary students and their accomplishments, and we are committed to providing an atmosphere that allows our community’s focus to be squarely on our students. In the spirit of free expression that has defined Brandeis University throughout its history, Ms. Hirsi Ali is welcome to join us on campus in the future to engage in a dialogue about these important issues.

Brandeis withdraws honorary degree for Islam critic Ayaan Hirsi Ali

The Guardian World news: Islam - 9 April, 2014 - 13:50

Liberal arts college in Massachusetts says 'we cannot overlook certain statements that are inconsistent with our core values'

A university has reversed a decision to grant an honorary degree to an advocate for Muslim women who has made comments critical of Islam.

Brandeis University said in a statement that Somali-born Ayaan Hirsi Ali would no longer receive the honorary degree, which it had planned to award her at the May 18 commencement.

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The Bee and the Butterfly

Muslimah Media Watch - 9 April, 2014 - 07:00
This post was originally published at wood turtle. This woman is my hero. I’m not saying this just because a newspaper is showcasing her fabulous strength and intelligence — or because I love amplifying stories of amazingly fierce women. This woman is my hero because we’ve laughed together, shared incredible experiences, seen each other at our most [Read More...]

Dispatch Wizard | Part 4 – Starship Hassan

Muslim Matters - 9 April, 2014 - 05:05

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

See the Story Index for a chronological guide to all the stories.

Alice was too nervous to eat, but she made a cheese sandwich with tomato and lettuce for Mr. Saleh and watched him wolf it down. She wondered how long it had been since he'd eaten. She realized with some discomfort that he was probably only a decade older than her. He must have had Muḥammad at a young age.

If Alice had stayed on the path she was on years ago, she might have ended up like Mr. Saleh or worse.

She felt something run down her face and put a hand to her cheek, only to realize it was sweat. The apartment was not warm, but her forehead was beaded with perspiration. Having Mr. Saleh in her home-made her unaccountably nervous.

“I'm going to make the sofa for you to sleep on,” she said. Mr. Saleh only grunted in reply, watching her warily from beneath his brows, the way a sheep might watch a wolf. Why did she feel it was the other way around, for Lord's sake? When she'd seen Mr. Saleh at the terminal, bringing him here had seemed the only option. Now, in the silence of her apartment, she wondered if she had made a mistake.

She laid her softest pillow and heaviest blanket on the sofa. Even in the Mission it could get bone-rattling cold at night.

“Get some rest,” she said. “In the morning I'll take you to work with me. I work with your son, remember? I'm sure he'll be happy to see you. I'd call him now but I don't have his number, and I don't want to bother anyone this late. Does that sound alright?”

“Yes, take me to my son,” Mr. Saleh said.

“Right. In the morning. I'm going to sleep now. If you get hungry just help yourself, there's food in the fridge. And the bathroom is right there, in the hallway.”

Alice retreated to her bedroom, where she changed into sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, then turned out the light, climbed into bed and pulled the blanket up to her neck. After a few minutes she realized that she was biting her nails. She got out of bed and stood in the chilly room, thinking. Her bedroom door did not have a lock. She had a small oak writing desk in the room and with some effort she pushed it across the room and braced it against her door.

Then she removed a small bundle of white sage from a plastic bag, set it in a black soapstone bowl, and lit it with a match. Alice opened the bedroom and bathroom windows as smoke poured from the smoldering sage. She picked up the bowl and walked around the room, fanning the tangy smoke with her hand, letting it drift across her bed, into her private bathroom, and even into the closet. This was a Native American purification ritual she had learned from a Shoshone she one dated. It was supposed to remove negative energy from the home. Alice found that it calmed her and lightened her spirit.

When she felt the room had been thoroughly cleansed, she placed a lid on the bowl. Smoke continued to seep out from beneath the lid for a moment, and Alice cupped her hands around the last of it, waving it across her face and body, cleansing herself of stress and worry.

Satisfied, she returned to bed and fell asleep quickly. She dreamed of a train station the size of a city. The station had multiple levels, some that climbed into the sky and could be reached only by a perilous journey up steep spiral stairs, while other levels existed deep beneath the ground, where it was rumored that cannibals hunted unwary travelers. Alice knew that she must get to Cairo, though she wasn't sure why. Every time she tried to board a train she was told that she had the wrong fare, or the train was too full. She needed a guide, but no one would help. Finally she gave up and simply stood on a wide platform the size of a city square, watching trains come and go in the distance.

Hassan watched Muḥammad ride away into the night. He'd never seen the young man so angry and mistrustful. He couldn't imagine what it was like to have grown up abused and unloved. His own father had been such a loving and compassionate man.

He had a sudden, powerful yearning to see his father again, to talk to him and hear his words. The feeling was so strong it almost brought tears to his eyes. He'd never given his father the respect he deserved in life, but if he could see him now he would fall at his feet and embrace his legs like a toddler.

He had intended to gather his friends and discuss the current situation, and he'd certainly tried, but it hadn't worked out. It was frustrating, but he'd play it by ear until tomorrow.

Considering he was standing in the parking lot of SF General Hospital, he might as well check on Wolf. He walked his bike to the hospital's main entrance, but before he could lock it, his cell phone rang. He slipped it from his thigh pocket and glanced at the screen. It was Dr. Basim. That was fast, he thought.

“Marhaba, Doctor,” he said.

“You should come here,” Dr. Basim said without greeting or preamble. Though his voice was as soft as ever, his tone was grim.

“Did you learn something?”

“Yes. I still have a few calls to make. But we should talk in person.”



“Oh, man,” Hassan said. “Okay. I'll be there by morning, inshā'Allāh.”

He ended the call. This wasn't good. He was tired and his injuries hurt. A six hour drive to Orange County was the last thing he needed. But Dr. Basim was a calm and sober man. If he was alarmed then it must be serious.

He'd ride home – he could manage it with one arm – and brew a thermos full of green tea. He'd toss a change of clothing in his bag and get on the road. The Audi had a full tank of gas, and he certainly had enough travelling cash. He would make only one stop on his way out of town at the storage unit, to retrieve the small black briefcase. Hassan was a fighter, not a strategist. He needed Dr. Basim's advice.

Alice didn't know how long she'd been asleep when a loud banging noise woke her. Someone was shouting. She remembered Mr. Saleh and felt a surge of fear, thinking that the disturbed man was trying to break into her bedroom. But the banging came from farther out in the apartment. It sounded like the front door. Should she call 911?

She would take a quick peek. Moving the desk away from the bedroom door, she opened the door a crack and peeked. Mr. Saleh was banging on the front door and shouting in a foreign language – Arabic, Alice supposed. It looked like he was trying to get out, but he couldn't figure out how to turn the deadbolt.

One thing was obvious. If the man wanted out, she had to let him out. He wasn't a prisoner. She'd let him go and then call Jamilah to get a message to Mo. She opened her bedroom door all the way and stepped into the living room.

“I'll let you out, Mr. Saleh,” she said in her most soothing tone.

Mr. Saleh whirled, his eyes wide. “Where am I?” he demanded. “Why did you bring me here? I want to see my son! I need a doctor.”

Mentally chastising herself from bringing such a clearly unwell man into her home, Alice held her hands out in a placating motion.

“I'm your son's friend,” she said, moving toward the door. “Just let me open the lock.”

As she approached the door, Mr. Saleh's panic seemed to grow. He stared at her in fright, as if he were seeing not a freckled woman in pajamas but a jack-booted policeman, or a worse monster of his own imagining. Alice knew what it was like to lose your hold on reality. When she'd been addicted to meth she had been constantly paranoid, convinced that everyone she loved was plotting her destruction. She'd once hit her then boyfriend/dope partner with an iron because she thought he was a zombie.

Without warning, Mr. Saleh reached into his green backpack and pulled out his folding knife. Opening it, he waved it at Alice. “Let me out,” he demanded. “Now!”

The sight of the knife halted Alice in her tracks. She backed up, intending to retreat to the bathroom and call 911. Mr. Saleh followed, striding quickly.

“Where are you going?” he said. “Why are you leaving?”

Mr. Saleh reached for her, and it seemed to Alice that he intended to grab her. She  turned to dash to her bedroom, but it was too late. She felt something strike her in the back and she stumbled, falling to the ground. There was a feeling of pressure in her back, as if an overeager masseuse were digging into her muscles with an elbow. It was a cold, numb feeling. Crawling, looking over her shoulder, she saw a look of horror on Mr. Saleh's face.

This Week in the War On Terror: Muslim Lives Still Worth Less

Loon Watch - 8 April, 2014 - 23:38

16 year-old Abdurrahman Al-Awlaki was killed in a drone strike.

16 year-old Abdurrahman Al-Awlaki was killed in a drone strike.

We live in a world that in many ways is far worse than Orwell’s 1984. Nowadays our reality is more analogous to Kaka’s, “The Trial.”

We’ve learned what we all knew and suspected: that the use of torture by our government was far worse than previously revealed. If that is not enough, consider the BS we were expected to swallow by such CIA propagandized Hollywood films as “Zero Dark Thirty” that justified the use of torture as leading to “actionable intelligence.”

The question remains: will the 6,000 page report on the Bush-Cheney administration’s torture ever be declassified?

So where are the war criminals behind the torture and invasions? Well glibly fly fishing on Snake River or pursuing a new career in portraiture. Judge Throws Out Lawsuit By Families of Those Killed by Drones Because We Should “Trust” Those in Government

The Guardian

A US federal judge has dismissed a lawsuit filed against the government by the families of three American citizens killed by drones in Yemen, saying senior officials cannot be held personally responsible for money damages for the act of conducting war.

The families of the three – including Anwar al-Awlaki, a New Mexico-born militant Muslim cleric who had joined al-Qaida’s Yemen affiliate, as well as his teenage son – sued over their 2011 deaths in US drone strikes, arguing that the killings were illegal.

Judge Rosemary Collyer of the US district court in Washington threw out the case, which had named as defendants the former defence secretary and CIA chief Leon Panetta, the former senior military commander and CIA chief David Petraeus and two other top military commanders.

“The question presented is whether federal officials can be held personally liable for their roles in drone strikes abroad that target and kill U.S. citizens,” Collyer said in her opinion. “The question raises fundamental issues regarding constitutional principles and it is not easy to answer.”

But the judge said she would grant the government’s motion to dismiss the case.

Collyer said the officials named as defendants “must be trusted and expected to act in accordance with the US constitution when they intentionally target a US citizen abroad at the direction of the president and with the concurrence of Congress. They cannot be held personally responsible in monetary damages for conducting war.”

Awlaki’s US-born son Abdulrahman al-Awlaki was 16 years old when he was killed. Also killed was Samir Khan, a naturalised US citizen who had moved to Yemen in 2009 and worked on Inspire, an English-language al-Qaida magazine.

The American Civil Liberties Union and the Centre for Constitutional Rights, both based in New York, represented the families. They had argued that in killing American citizens the government violated fundamental rights under the US constitution to due process and to be free from unreasonable seizure.

“This is a deeply troubling decision that treats the government’s allegations as proof while refusing to allow those allegations to be tested in court,” said ACLU lawyer Hina Shamsi. “The court’s view that it cannot provide a remedy for extrajudicial killings when the government claims to be at war, even far from any battlefield, is profoundly at odds with the Constitution.”

Centre for Constitutional Rights lawyer Maria LaHood said the judge “effectively convicted” Anwar al-Awlaki “posthumously based solely on the government’s say-so”. LaHood said the judge also found that the constitutional rights of the son and of Khan “weren’t violated because the government didn’t target them”.

“It seems there’s no remedy if the government intended to kill you, and no remedy if it didn’t. This decision is a true travesty of justice for our constitutional democracy and for all victims of the US government’s unlawful killings,” LaHood said.

Collyer ruled that the families did not have a claim under the Constitution’s fourth amendment guarantee against unreasonable seizures because the government did not seize or restrain the three who were killed. “Unmanned drones are functionally incapable of ‘seizing’ a person; they are designed to kill, not capture,” she wrote.

Collyer wrote that the families had presented a plausible claim that the government violated Awlaki’s due process rights. “Nonetheless the court finds no available remedy under US law for this claim,” the judge wrote.

“In this delicate area of war making national security and foreign relations the judiciary has an exceedingly limited role.”

Allowing claims against individual federal officials in this case “would impermissibly draw the court into the heart of executive and military planning and deliberation”, she wrote. It would “require the court to examine national security policy and the military chain of command as well as operational combat decisions”.

Nasser al-Awlaki, father of Anwar al-Awlaki, said he was disappointed in the American justice system and “like any parent or grandparent would, I want answers from the government when it decides to take life, but all I have got so far is secrecy and a refusal even to explain”.

In other news Yemen has issued a “temporary” ban on drone strikes, following an attack this past December that atomised a wedding party.

Resounding Defeat For Anti-Muslim, Xenophobic Part Québécois

Loon Watch - 8 April, 2014 - 21:07


Good riddance and bravo to Quebec voters!

Pauline Marois loses riding then resigns, as Quebec Liberals hand Parti Québécois a stunning defeat

By  (National Post)

MONTREAL — She campaigned on a promise to rid the public sector of employees wearing hijabs, but in the end it was Parti Québécois leader Pauline Marois who was shown the door by voters Monday — and with a slam.

One year after being chosen party leader, Philippe Couillard led the Quebec Liberals to a resounding majority victory that is sure to prompt serious soul-searching for a separatist PQ dealt one of its worst defeats ever.

With almost all polling stations reporting, the Liberals were elected or leading in 70 ridings, the PQ in 30, the Coalition Avenir Québec in 22 and Québec Solidaire in three. The Liberals had 41% of the popular vote, compared with 26% for the PQ, 23% for the CAQ and 8% for Québec Solidaire. For the PQ, that is its lowest share of the vote since its first election in 1970.

Mr. Couillard, a neurosurgeon who served as health minister under former premier Jean Charest, was elected in his riding of Roberval, a strongly nationalist riding that voted PQ in the last three elections. It is a remarkable rebound for the Liberals, who were defeated 19 months ago amid allegations that they had allowed corruption and collusion to flourish in Quebec.

In his victory speech in Saint-Félicien, Que., Mr. Couillard reached out to minorities who felt targeted by PQ policies.

“We share the values of generosity, compassion, solidarity and equality of men and women with our anglophone fellow citizens who also built Quebec and with our fellow citizens who came from all over the world to write the next chapter in our history with us,” he said.

“I want to tell them that the time of injury is over. Welcome, you are at home here.”

He also said the days of picking fights with Ottawa are finished. “I will act constructively so Quebec is once again a leader in the Canadian federation,” he said.

“Dear friends, the division is over. Reconciliation has arrived.”

For Ms. Marois, 65, the defeat spells the end of a political career stretching back to 1981 when she ran for the first time under René Lévesque. She was defeated in her riding of Charlevoix-Côte-de-Beaupré by Liberal challenger Caroline Simard.

Announcing she would step down as leader, Ms. Marois made a final appeal for sovereignty and for the defence of the French language Monday night. “I remain convinced, profoundly convinced, of one thing: We have everything to gain by making all our decisions ourselves,” she said.



Ms. Marois called the election March 5 after 18 months atop a minority government, confident her pitch to protect Quebec’s identity would be enough to win a majority. But what PQ strategists pictured as their knockout blow, the announcement of media mogul Pierre Karl Péladeau as a star candidate on the campaign’s first weekend, backfired. With his fist raised like a revolutionary, the former Quebecor chief executive announced his commitment “to make Quebec a country” and effectively pummeled his own side.

Mr. Péladeau won his seat in Saint-Jérôme Monday, but what’s left of the PQ caucus won’t be praising his contribution to the campaign. Instead of keeping to her campaign plan to play down the threat of a referendum, Ms. Marois was forced to address questions about independence. Once nicknamed the Concrete Lady for withstanding a 2011 caucus revolt, Ms. Marois crumbled this time. Her musings about a shared currency and customs-free border reinforced suspicions that, if elected with a majority, the PQ would do everything in its power to hold a third referendum.

Mr. Couillard, 56, zeroed in on the PQ’s Achilles heel, saying the party was intent on destroying Canada. “How does removing Quebecers’ Canadian citizenship — because that is what it means — improve their standard of living?” he asked. “The answer: It doesn’t help Quebecers. It is going to harm Quebec.”

Throughout the campaign, Mr. Couillard was frank about his attachment to Canada, saying Canadian citizenship “is the envy of the entire planet.” His heart-on-the-sleeve federalism earned him attacks for being too soft in the defence of Quebec, but he refused to accept the PQ’s portrayal of Quebecers as a people under siege.

“Our identity in Quebec is strong,” he said the day the election was called. “I detest this government that is in the habit of painting us as threatened people, weak people.”

Francois Laplante-Delagrave/AFP/Getty Images

Francois Laplante-Delagrave/AFP/Getty ImagesParti Québécois supporters watch the provicial vote results at a hotel in Montreal, April 7, 2014.

The spectre of a referendum drove voters to the Liberals, and PQ efforts to redirect attention to its charter of Quebec values only exposed the depth of intolerance among some PQ candidates and supporters. The most contentious element of the charter would prohibit all public sector workers from wearing such conspicuous religious symbols as the hijab, turban and kippa. The PQ said the measure is needed to ensure the religious neutrality of the state.

One PQ candidate was dropped for having posted a “F— Islam” message on his Facebook page, while another, Louise Mailloux, was allowed to remain despite having written that rabbis conspire to levy a “kosher tax” on consumers. (Ms. Mailloux was defeated in the Montreal riding of Gouin by Françoise David of Québec Solidaire.)

A week before the vote, Ms. Marois invited writer and charter supporter Janette Bertrand to speak at a major campaign event. Ms. Bertrand said the PQ’s charter was needed because one day rich McGill students, presumably Muslims, might prevent women from swimming in the pool in her condominium building. Ms. Marois defended Ms. Bertrand against accusations of xenophobia, saying she was simply “speaking from her heart.”

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The Muslims Are Coming!: Islamophobia, Extremism, and the Domestic War on Terror – review

Loon Watch - 8 April, 2014 - 20:29

 Luke Macgregor/Getty Images

Tony Blair shared the notion that terrorism’s “root cause” was “a doctrine of fanaticism” . Photograph: Luke Macgregor/Getty Images

The Muslims Are Coming!: Islamophobia, Extremism, and the Domestic War on Terror – review

By Robin Yassin-Kassab (The Guardian)

Arun Kundnani’s book, vastly more intelligent than the usual “war on terror” verbiage, focuses on the war’s domestic edge in Britain and America. His starting point is this: “Terrorism is not the product of radical politics but a symptom of political impotence.” The antidote therefore seems self-evident: “A strong, active and confident Muslim community enjoying its civic rights to the full.” Yet policy on both sides of the Atlantic has ended by criminalising Muslim opinion, silencing speech and increasing social division. These results may make political violence more, not less, likely.

The assumptions and silences of the counter-radicalisation industry end up telling us far more about particular ideological subsections of Anglo-American culture than they do about the Muslims targeted. The two dominant security approaches to Muslim citizens described by Kundnani – “culturalist” and “reformist” – highlight ideology rather than sociopolitical grievances.

Culturalism’s best-known proponent is Bernard LewisDick Cheney‘s favourite historian, who locates the problem as Islam itself, a totalitarian ideology-culture incompatible with democratic modernity. So Mitt Romney explains the vast divergence between Israeli and Palestinian economies thus: “Culture makes all the difference” – and decades of occupation, ethnic cleansing and war make no difference at all. Writer Christopher Caldwell believes residents of the Paris banlieue rioted in 2005 because they were Muslims (although many weren’t), and not because of unemployment, poor housing and police violence. Perhaps the silliest culturalist intervention was Martin Amis‘s essay “The Second Plane”, where Amis breezily admitted he knew nothing of geopolitics but claimed authority nevertheless from his expertise in “masculinity” – 9/11 was explained by Muslim sexual frustration. Such discourses are part of an influential tradition. In 1950s colonial Kenya, psychiatrist JC Carothers understood the Mau Mau uprising as “not political but psycho‑pathological”.

More charitable than culturalism, reformism identifies the problem as a perversion of Islamic doctrine. With General Petraeus‘s Iraqi “hearts and minds” campaign, reformism came to dominate the post-Rumsfeld Pentagon; what started in counter-insurgency was soon considered as relevant to Bradford as Basra. It involved an accumulation of anthropological “knowledge” through surveillance (David J Kilcullendescribes counter-insurgency as “armed social science”), and it underlay the assumption of Obama’s 2009 Cairo speech that positive recognition of moderate Muslim culture could solve political conflict. Qur’an-reading Tony Blair shared the notion that terrorism’s “root cause” was “a doctrine of fanaticism”.

This focus on doctrine meant the state intervened to promote correct belief. Muslims were categorised as “extremists” or “moderates”, although no link has been proved between extremist ideas and terrorist violence. The clumsy binarism sometimes went further – Salafis were extremist, Sufis were moderate – although most Salafis are quietists and some Sufis fight jihad against America. Those labelled moderate were quickly reclassified if they spoke out on foreign policy.

The emphasis on ideology led to the criminalisation of certain ideologies, and to the new crime of “glorifying terrorism” (as opposed to inciting violence). Increasingly, young Muslims were imprisoned for their reading matter. Thus the more liberal approach ended by assaulting liberal freedoms, and culture was transformed into a battlefield. By turning comparatively new (and by no means universal) values such as gender and sexual equality into icons of superior westernism, “liberalism became a form of identity politics”. (Reformism is heavy with bleakly absurd contradiction. For the sake of cultural sensitivity in Ramadan, hunger-striking Guantánamo prisoners are force-fed only at night.)

In one of several illuminating character sketches, Kundnani shows that the radicalisation of Yemeni-American Anwar al-Awlaki, killed by a US drone in 2011, involved no psychological crisis or theological shift (as the reformist literature would have it), but only experience of the war on terror, domestic and external, including his American-inspired arrest and abuse by Yemeni police. The preacher’s newly violent language mirrored not the Qur’an so much as war on terror discourse itself.

This failure to engage with the real roots of violent alienation has ramifications going far beyond security. Both culturalism and reformism neglect what Kundnani calls ”the basic political question thrown up by multiculturalism: how can a common way of life, together with full participation from all parts of society, be created?” Those British Muslims who “ghettoised” didn’t do so by choice but as a result of industrial collapse, discriminatory housing policies and the fear of racist violence. Identity politics was promoted and funded by local government in response to a 1970s radicalism (for instance the Asian Youth Movements, modelled on the Black Panthers), which linked anti-racism to anti-capitalism. Home secretary Willie Whitelaw supported “ethnic” TV programming on the grounds that “if they don’t get some outlet for their activities you are going to run yourself into much more trouble”. Multiculturalism, then, was not a leftist plot but a conservative move bringing together the state and community “uncles” against a much more subversive alternative. And in the last decade, while “anti-terror” resources have flowed into Muslim communities, benefiting the usual gatekeepers and provoking the envy of equally deprived non-Muslim communities, young, alienated Muslims, as likely obsessed by the Illuminati as the caliphate, are deterred from speaking – and being challenged – in public.

Kundnani provides detailed, well‑contextualised accounts of the entrapment of vulnerable African-American Muslims as well as the criminalisation of the (already traumatised) Minnesota Somali community (for its opposition to the US-backed Ethiopian invasion of Somalia). Arab-Americans, who had either identified as white or as a “model minority” (patriotic, bourgeois, less troublesome than black people or Latinos), suddenly found those options closing. In comedian Dean Obeidallah’s words, “I go to bed September 10th white, wake up September 11th, I am an Arab.” Anti-Muslim hysteria was whipped up by the media, the entertainment industry, and a state vocabulary that considered pipe bombs “weapons of mass destruction” when used by Muslims. Anti-Muslim violence in America increased by 50% in 2010.

The book closes with discussion of the new European far-right’s embrace of Zionism – it is now Islamphobic rather than antisemitic. In “creeping-shari’a” scaremongering, the tropes of classical antisemitism are clear. Rightists “ascribe to Islam magical powers to secretly control western governments while at the same time [seeing it as] a backward seventh-century ideology whose followers constitute a dangerous underclass”.

In Britain the English Defence League was born; in the US a media-based Islamophobic campaign fed existent conservative movements. Both peddle varieties of the “Eurabia” conspiracy theory, whereby a corrupt European political class has signed the continent over to Muslim domination through immigration, birth rates and multiculturalism. At one extreme, this brand of “anti-terror” politics soon arrives at its own, Anders Breivik-style terrorism.

Arun Kundnani is one of Britain’s best political writers, neither hectoring nor drily academic but compelling and sharply intelligent. The Muslims Are Coming should be widely read, particularly by liberals who consider their own positions unassailable. “Neoconservatism invented the terror war,” Kundnani writes, “but Obama liberalism normalised it, at which point, mainstream journalists stopped asking questions.”

A story of domestic violence

Single Muslim Mums - 8 April, 2014 - 12:30

A lot of people often ask me how a woman can stay with a man who beats her and treats her like dirt; some of them ask how she can be so stupid and others ask how she can be so weak. The answer I realize now is manipulation. Recently, I met a sister who had gone through a particularly horrifying ordeal and I asked if I could share her story in my own words in an effort to educate people. We hear about war and masses of dead bodies and orphans and widows but we forget about everyday domestic violence which can be just as harrowing and horrifying. I ask you now to take a moment to read this true account, my apologies if it is a bit long but I wanted to do the sister justice. I ask you to put yourself in her shoes as I narrate her story and try to imagine how she must have been feeling. I must warn you, certain parts may upset people so proceed at your own will…


The second time I entered into marriage I had no idea that things would end up mirroring my first marriage. I was a single mother for a few years struggling on my own, desperately missing being part of a “whole” family and highly doubtful that I would ever find a decent man to accept me and my children. Looking back on it now, this was probably where I went wrong: I was desperate to be married. I had no family that would help me, my community shunned me due to being divorced and I was not educated enough to find a decent paying job. It seemed to me that people took advantage of me as they knew I had no man to back me, only my elderly mother; and I craved for the support that I felt only a man could offer.

He was of course, charming and lovely when we met through a mutual friend. He was also divorced and unlike other men I had met he seemed to really care about people; he was a Carer and took his job seriously. He had good Islamic morals and etiquette and was very polite; he attended his local masjid all the time for salah and after enquiring into his character his friends told me he was very soft and very loving. I should point out here that you will rarely find a man whose friends say something negative about him so don’t trust their account instead go to neighbours if you can. He was upfront enough to admit that the only two problems were he wasn’t rich and couldn’t pay all my rent and his family wouldn’t accept me as they favoured his ex-wife who he painted as a good woman but a woman he didn’t love and didn’t understand him or make him feel valued so they had broken up as much as it pained him because of their daughter who he loved a lot. She had filed for divorce though he had tried to dissuade her. I knew how I had been treated by my own community so this came as no surprise and did not put me off; I never should have been so hasty and should have still looked into the matter.
All of our correspondence took place via emails sent to my friend’s husband to her to me. We met only twice and after that we both prayed Istikaharah and after feeling we should proceed we got married alhamdulillah. Things initially were quite beautiful between us, he was indeed very affectionate and soft and my children adored him, we did so much together that I had never done with my ex who was barely even Muslim. How do I explain the contentment of waking up for Fajr salah together and praying behind my husband?! It was what I had always yearned for! I tried my best to be a good wife, my ex left after telling me I wasn’t feminine or affectionate enough for him so I tried my hardest to change. I told him I loved him even when it scared me to, I opened my heart up to him and wore my heart on my sleeve instead of putting up walls like I used to. Those days were blissful and good.

A few months after marriage his family turned up at my house uninvited by me; they had come to break us up. He wasn’t at home and they told me many things about him, about how he was a womanizer and had a temper and was a bad father, his ex was even there telling me how awful he treated her. I was not ignorant enough to not see their attempts at stirring and kept calm asking if they wanted me to leave him. They said no but that I should know the truth. My husband came home after work and they asked him why he had gotten married quietly without telling them, they asked how he could do this to the mother of his child and the truth became apparent to me then: they wanted the two of them to get back together. I didn’t let the incident phase me but when his ex-wife walked out of my house and insulted me it hurt that he said nothing.

That day his family turned away from him, his ex-wife took their daughter away and wouldn’t let him see her, he was banned from his parents’ house and everyone cut ties with him. He entered into a depression and his behaviour changed. Gone was the soft, happy husband I knew and he was replaced with a man who grew more bitter by the day, bent on revenge against his family. He was irritable often with me; sometimes throwing in my face that this happened because of me, other times telling me my life was good because I had my family, not seeing that he was hurting me. If at any point I got angry at being pushed away he would threaten me with finding another wife, telling me that there were many women he could pick from, that hell was going to be filled with more women than men and that I always picked fights and he couldn’t handle my mood swings. The truth is that yes I also started to get more and more short tempered because I was frustrated at his coldness and behaviour aimed at me. He took up more things which kept him away from us so he had little time to spend with us. He was diagnosed with deep depression and it affected his work so he lost his business and only had his part time care work as his only source of income which did nothing for the bills. I ended up bailing him out often financially using what little savings I had stored for my children and emergencies on him. I kept telling myself that Allah swt would make it all OK that I was trying to support my husband and that my risq was already written and Allah swt would provide. Alhamdulillah, financially I was OK.

One day I received a phone call from him at the police station, he had been arrested for assaulting his ex-wife. When he came home I saw he was covered in bruises, he told me he had gone to his parent’s house after he was called there and his brothers jumped him and beat him up with their friends and after that she had gone up to hit him but he had slapped her and the police conveniently walked in at that point and he got arrested for assaulting his ex who was lamenting loudly that he was going to kill her. I took him to the hospital where they confirmed he had been assaulted and had fractures. All of this resulted in a court case and injunction against her and his daughter at his parents’ address where she resided and his daughter’s school. He was forced to see a therapist where he was diagnosed with a behavioural disorder which resulted in rage if not controlled and also put on an anger management course.

My head was spinning at this point: my family, the same family who never lifted a finger to help were advising me, no telling me, to leave him. They said he had bought nothing but trouble into my life. He was telling me how much he needed me and how I was the only one there for him which tugged at my heart strings; I too, knew how it felt to be abandoned and alone and couldn’t see anyone suffer especially not the one I loved. So I did what my heart told me was right and stuck by him through the hard times. I tried to have patience, calmed him down when he became agitated, soothed him and reminded him to have sabr. I may have lost my temper but I tried so hard to be the opposite of what my ex said I was and to be a good wife.

I discovered at this time I was pregnant and really believed that this would give him the motivation he needed to help himself and try to fight back. He was so happy but it ultimately changed nothing, in fact things got worse. His mood got worse and worse, he became crankier and crankier and sometimes snapped at the children; when they told me to divorce him it broke my heart but he accused me of turning them against him. Nothing I did seemed to be right in his eyes. He compared me to his ex, spent longer and longer away from home and whenever he had money he said he had to pay off business debts. I was feeling used and neglected. If I tried to speak to him about this he told me he didn’t want to talk and ignored me. He wouldn’t answer his phone, wouldn’t hear me out, and wouldn’t listen. All this affected my relationship with my kids; I started to become so agitated that I took my mood out on them. I couldn’t cope with the fights or their fighting, I would cry often and I shut them out mentally. I was still being told to leave him but now I was too involved and couldn’t seem to keep away. I felt like a dog running round after him, his friends wouldn’t help me and I felt like I had been stripped of their honour of a wife and was just his bit on the side that deserved no respect.

And then one day it happened. It was clear by then to a lot of people that he was mentally unwell and had even been sectioned (I know, I should have gotten out, warning signs right? Stupid me). He was also desperately low and his eeman was at a low. He would be in a constant state of confusion and say nasty things to me but not remember saying them and be genuinely stunned when I told him what he had said. Apparently with his condition it was common to have gaps in his memory where rage took over and he kind of blacked out. We had just had another fight which by then was a common re-occurrence. I came back from dropping the kids to school and found my phone smashed. I got angry and he denied doing it saying he hadn’t moved from the bed. I didn’t want to start another fight and risk him becoming unstable so I asked to borrow his phone to see if I could a replacement handset. He told me to ask nicely so I did and then he looked at me with a smirk on his face and said he wanted more than that because I was a dirty whore and so I should therefore act like one.

By that point I was so furious and fed up and tired and miserable that without thinking I made an almost fatal mistake and said something utterly wrong and stupid: I said to him “I can’t act like your mum”. He roared at me asking what I had said and jumped out of bed with a quickness I didn’t know he possessed and lunged at me. I was positioned between the side of the bed and the wardrobe trapped in a tiny space. He was on top of me as I faced the floor, pulling my hair and grabbing my throat with both hands, trying to strangle me and throttle me. He yanked my right arm back at a painful angle and I knew right then that he meant to try to snap it off; I knew that when one is angry its due to the whisperings of shaytaan so I tried to seek refuge in Allah from shaytaan but he cut off my air supply and with it my voice. He continued strangling me and throttling me, constantly pulling my hair as my fingers tried to claw at his hands but it was like he had inhuman strength. He turned me over and seized me by the front of the throat with one hand now pushing me into an uncomfortable position against the edge of the bed, squeezing with no effort on his part at all as if I was as feeble as a baby.

In my desperate attempts to free myself I managed to push up on to the balls of my feet and get in an almost squatting position. I tried to throw my body onto the bed but it was like his hands were glued to my throat and he came with me. He used my position to his advantage and I guess his Krav Maga really came in handy; he once again turned my body round so that my face was to the bed and he put all his weight onto the top of my head with his knee, forcing my head into the mattress whilst still trying to pull off my arm.

How do I explain my thoughts at that moment? Sheer horror and utter panic. I was convinced I was to die that day, I pictured my children finding my body, pictured the horror on their faces, realized that no matter how miserable, I was so scared to die. Would I make it to heaven, would I burn in hell? No more family and no more friends. I was so scared, I couldn’t breathe, I started to feel light headed, I wasn’t ready to go! I was panicking so badly, never had I felt so hopeless and pathetic, I didn’t want to die, Ya Allah I didn’t want to go out like this. I cannot communicate my terror even with my literary skills and I understood then why dying shaheed has so much reward, it isn’t easy to stare death in the face and still only fear Allah swt and only think of Him then; we are human and we are weak and I was weak and afraid. I kept making dua to Allah and begging him to help me in some way, pleading and promising to be a better Muslim if this horror stopped, a character in my very own horror story. I will never forget the terror, there may not have been much gore and blood like you see in the movies but the psychological effect that that day has had on me haunts me even today. I had never been that scared in my whole life and I honestly couldn’t see a way out.

I begged him to stop, I pleaded: in my panic I don’t know what promises I made and what I said but I know I compromised every bit of who and what I was. I compromised my religion and my faith and I will never forgive myself for not having the courage to just let him kill me and risk dying shaheed instead of being a coward whimpering like a dog.

He suffocated me in many different painful ways and the terror never ceased; I was too scared to let go and enter the darkness and I felt that if I gave up he would actually kill me, he had snapped. I desperately clawed my way to find something to use as leverage, I was thrashing with my legs trying to throw him off, trying to remember everything I had ever learned on self-defence but it was futile because all the squirming did nothing except that I managed to lift my head and plead with him. My arm was on fire it felt at this point, I wondered if it had been broken, it hurt to breathe. It seemed when I pleaded with this monster that he got angrier and angrier and he would just find new excruciating ways to hurt me after letting me believe I had gotten through to him. Eventually he used his other hand to cup my chin and pull back my head and with horror I realized he was trying to snap my head off. I fleetingly wondered if it was as easy as they show it in the movies. My head by then felt floppy and I didn’t think I could hold it up on my own. He told me I was going to die and I believed him.

It was like I just couldn’t shut up and I kept promising things, I knew that this monster was vulgar from the way he had spoken to me in the past so I said I wanted him inside me, that he was so great and that I was, just a whore like he said and to give me what I desired one last time. I kept humiliating myself like this again and again praying it would work as it was the only thing I could think of to get some time until I could think of a way of escaping. Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah it did work and he took an interest in my offer and had a seemingly change of heart. He flipped me over but my bad arm got caught under me and he heard me whimper with so much pain that even he realized he had hurt it badly. He ordered me to remove my clothes but I couldn’t lift my top because of my arm and he looked at me with disgust as he took off my abaya and clothes underneath. The disgust continued as he looked at my belly which was starting to swell with the signs of pregnancy and he told me he wanted to kill it, I prayed so hard that he didn’t beat my stomach. He kept slapping me telling me how fat and ugly I had become, that I didn’t appeal to him anymore and how he would get a whore who was prettier than me. He pulled my hair and kept smashing the back of my head against the bed railing till it throbbed badly and my vision blurred. He slapped my face so many times until I tasted blood, his face showing that he was enjoying it. I told myself that it was OK that this was my dua being answered that at least I was alive that I could bear this pain as I had endured labour, and I allowed him to slap me, too tired to fight and knowing I had to gather my strength if I was to fight him off in the end. He spat on my face and in my mouth and although it stank I forced myself to swallow his spit as my throat was so dry it was burning. I felt that this too was a blessing in disguise. He rubbed and smeared it all over my face and hair, spitting again and again until my hair was wet with it and drenched.

Then he took off his trousers and raped me; I didn’t fight and I didn’t move and I didn’t make a sound. The rape was the most minor ordeal out of what had happened – that’s how bad the violence was. I endured the blows upon my body and I was thankful it was over in a few seconds. He then took my underwear and told me to put it in my mouth as a gag, he told me he was going to tie me up and rape me all day. Once again the panic took over, I knew if I let him do this that he would kill me and I would be unable to help myself as I would be restrained. I tried to plead with him saying it wouldn’t all fit in my mouth that I was too weak to fight anyway but he just got angrier and angrier and tried to stuff it in my mouth. I kept pleading and refusing to do so. He came towards me then and I knew it was all over, that he would again strangle me and this time my words could not save me as they had done so many times before, I couldn’t talk my way out of this one. Just as he came to hit me something strange happened and he began to have what looked like a seizure. His body started to twitch uncontrollably and he fell down half on top of me, passed out. For a few minutes I sat there not daring to move and called his name frightened, even now I was scared for him! Once I saw he was out cold I pushed him off and got up and ran out the flat, throwing on my robe and hijab and only then did I start screaming.


The events of that day end here but our sister’s story does not, she is now trying to rebuild her life but this tragic event has had an impact on her life and her children’s lives. Her face and throat were swollen for over a week, and she suffered from headaches for a while too. Though this happened many months ago she still suffers with pain in her right arm and it is for now weaker than her left arm. When she narrated this story to me it had to be done in segments as it all got too much for her, she told me that this is the first time she has ever spoken about all that happened and the first time she has ever replayed the whole event in her mind as it was previously too painful. It is still painful for her, but she felt she needed to get her story out to help other sisters not make the same mistakes she had. She said the way he manipulated her was by making her feel she was a bad Muslim and that many men twist Islam for their own gain. They learn one ayah and declare themselves shaykhs but forget about ahlaq. I ask Allah swt to grant this sister ease and give her the strength and confidence she needs to be a good mother and a whole person again and I remind the brothers that may be like this that Allah swt is watching you and will give the sisters justice on yaum al qiyamah. Let’s make dua for our sister and our Ummah in sha Allah. Jazakhallahkul khair for reading.

Debt Free Muslims Podcast – Interview With Shaykh Yusuf Delorenzo on Islamic Finance in the West

Muslim Matters - 8 April, 2014 - 11:00

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Debt Free Muslim Podcast Episode 7

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Shaykh DeLorenzo is a member of the Sharia board for the Accounting and Auditing Organization for Islamic Financial Institutions (AAOIFI). He is considered a leading authority on Islamic finance in the United States. He has translated over twenty books from Arabic, Persian, and Urdu for publication, including a three-volume Compendium of Legal Rulings on the Operations of Islamic Banks. Shaykh DeLorenzo has also been a pioneer in internet education with a course entitled “Principles of Islamic Investing.” He is a member of Shari'ah boards of several Islamic financial institutions in the United States and abroad, including Dow Jones Islamic Markets and Guidance Financial Group. Shaykh DeLorenzo has served as secretary of the Fiqh Council of North America and was also an advisor on Islamic education to the government of Pakistan. Following a university education in the United States, Shaykh DeLorenzo studied the classical Shari'ah Sciences with scholars in Pakistan.

In this podcast we discuss:

  • How Shaykh Yusuf got involved in the Islamic finance field.
  • Challenges faced in providing shari'ah compliant home financing
  • What's the next step for Islamic home financing in the US, and the need for more competition.
  • Benefits of Islamic home financing over conventional financing (Islamic institutions don't go after your assets in cases of deficiency)
  • Islamic finance companies will be transparent when the people begin to demand it
  • Shaykh Yusuf's thoughts on student loans.
  • What's needed for us to have a viable student loans solution.
  • The importance of home ownership in the US
  • The importance of setting financial goals for yourself.

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