Being considered a Heterodox Muslim, participating in orthodox activities can cause much confusion. But there is a vital conversation point that was missed in the open letter Brown Girl Magazine recently published —the actual conversation on food.
Food is a part of every aspect of my identity. My family takes such consumption seriously. Being ethnically mixed, we are accustomed to having Persian, Marathi, and traditional Pakistani dishes all grace the table at once. I have fond memories of seeing my father take a bite of haleem at a restaurant, close his eyes, and proclaim with all the devotional energy the Old Sufi can muster – “Ahfut.” It’s likely he banged his fists on the table as well—exulting God in the presence of the carnivores delicacy.
He says “Ahfut” after everything really; a nice cup of hot chai, a piece of juicy ladoo, a Double Double from In and Out, an ice cold beer on a hot Texas day. Every time I ask him what it means, he responds with “Allah har ek nivala mein rahata hai,” which translates to, for all my non-Hindi/Urdu speakers: “God lives in each and every bite.” Of course, my mother says the word “Ahfut” is gibberish. My father says its a Devotees call to exultation. The act of seeing God in what one consumes has much credence in this Holy Month of fasting. We, as Muslims, focus much of the dialogue in this month of what it means to abstain from food, but often never give much rhetoric to the food itself.
Food is a fraternity. But what does that mean? To turn this conversation into a political science analogy—food is a social contract. Every bite we eat; we sign ourselves over to the group cultivating it, the group manufacturing it, and the group selling it. Eleven out of the 12 months of the Muslim calendar—this social contract can be pushed to the garbage disposal. What would it matter anyways? As long as you don’t eat pork or gelatin, you’re good! Being a busy modern individual, you’re lucky if you get time to eat, let alone sit down and contemplate the ethical and moral complexities of what you’re eating anyway. The people who do that are virally annoying, to begin with! That one vegan dude you work with—the one who alway judges you for your “oppressive” Jamba-juice smoothie. That’s the dude you don’t want to be. It’s just food, no need for complications.
Well, if Ramadan is the time for cranking your ethical behavior to 350 degrees or above, food may be the best place to look for devotional fervor. As I am my father’s daughter, I do firmly believe God resides in everything. Even in the food, I’m digesting.
There have been Ramadans in the past that I have rejoiced in eating out every Iftar. Going out for burgers, fried chicken, milkshakes and french fries- the stuff that makes oppressive capitalism. Now, I’m not trying to be the annoying vegan guy at work. What I simply am is a Sufi who has come to a realization that this is a heightened time of prayer i.e. a heightened time for eating. I haven’t eaten out once this Ramadan. I make my suhoors and my iftars myself. I have switched to almond milk, coconut milk yogurt, strictly egg whites, and no processed meat. I make sure to eat at least two whole fruits every suhoor and drink at least 30 ounces of water every iftar. Absolutely no soda or chocolate has been consumed.
We pray with every bite we eat. Food is one of the most sanctified extensions of God’s showcase of glory and one of His most incredible extension of His mercy towards us. When we pray, we are given an energy—the same goes for when we eat. Food can be a fraternity with the exoteric world—with all those crummy social justice words like “capitalism” and “oppressive systems.” But it can also, and should also, be a fraternity with the esoteric world—with the most mystical concept of divinity.
To be completely honest, I don’t pray as much as sunna has prescribed. But I do eat as much as nutritionists have prescribed. So instead of signing your contract with groups that disparage third world countries, drain your wallet, and make you bloated; how about we actively consider food as prayer, its ingestion as penance, and its enjoyment as devotion, and make this Ramadan one where we actively consider what goes in our bodies, turning all those Taste Made’s videos you watch from fast-breaking opportunities into a more palatable form of divine inspiration.
Suraiya Ali is a student currently living in Dallas, Texas. Her interests include feminist theology, mystic poetry, and the pursuit of the perfect matte lipstick. She wants to eventually couple a business degree with one in linguistics and theology.
“What you do is not who you are. Our capitalist society spends a lot of time trying to convince us that we are our work, but we don’t have to fall for it.”
When I first met Joy Batra, she wasn’t an author. She was a multi-hyphenated individual who floored me with her charm and her aura. Joy not only had gone to business school and law school at one of the most prestigious universities in America, but she also valued her hobbies and her passions that were completely extraneous to her working persona. Her nontraditional career path was one that, at first glance, confused me. “I’m a dancer and freelancer,” she had said, and I batted my eyes as if she was talking in a foreign language. What’s a freelancer? Why and how did she come to identify herself as a dancer, when her degrees all point to business and law?
Joy Batra’s therapeutic and timely book “Freelance Mindset” provides relevant stories, guidelines, and motivation to take ownership of your career and financial well-being. Particularly, the book is centered around the pros and cons of life as a freelancer and practical advice for how to get started as one. At its core, the “Freelance Mindset” encourages diving deep into the relationship between career and identity, and how the balance of both relate back to your life view.
In the words of Batra:
“Freelancing is a way to scratch a creative itch that is completely unrelated to their day jobs…Freelancing harnesses that independent streak and turns it into a long- term advantage.”
Batra’s older sister’s advice is written with forthright humbleness and glaring humility. Batra leads us through the fear of facing our existential fears about careers, productivity, and creativity. She leans into the psychological aspects of how we develop our careers, and reminds us to approach work not just with serious compassion but also with childhood play:
“You are naturally curious and passionate. As a child, before you needed to think deeply about money, you probably played games, had imaginary friends, and competed in sports. Those instincts might get buried as we grow up, but they don’t disappear altogether.”
Batra also provides us with a diverse cast of inspirational freelancers who provide their honest perspectives across a wide range of domains from being a professional clown to actors to writers. Especially noticeable is the attention paid to South Asian women through notable interviews with Vyjayanthi Vadrevu, Saumya Dave, and more. On social media, it’s easy to find these women and immediately applaud their success, but behind the scenes, it takes a lot of grit, persistence, and determination to reach the successful level of freelancing that you see. Batra encourages a spiritual way of thinking that is marked by rational needs (ex. Maslow’s hierarchy): not to seek immediate gratification and corporate climbing, but rather to view life as a “jungle gym” as coined by Patricia Sellers. Taking risks is part of life, and just like entrepreneurship, freelancing is just as ambitious and off-the-beaten path, despite stigmatization.
“One of the strange paradoxes of the working world is that entrepreneurship is fetishized and freelancing is stigmatized.”
I recommend the “Freelance Mindset” to anyone who is starting out their career in these economically uncertain times, as well as seasoned workers who are looking for inspiration or a shift in their career life. Whether or not you are considering becoming a freelancer in a certain domain, this book is the practical wake-up call that workers and employees need in order to reorient their purpose and poise themselves for a mindset of success. I view this book as a “lifer,” one to read every few years to ground myself and think critically about the choices I make and where I devote my time.
I leave you with this quote:
“We can adopt the new belief that no single job will meet all our financial, social, emotional, spiritual, and physical needs…We have one self, and we must figure out how to integrate it into the various situations we find ourselves in.“
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Raised in Edison, NJ Anushree is an avid reader, imaginative creative writer, dramatic storyteller, obsessive shopper, experimental yogi, and a … Read more ›
I organize play dates for my children. They’re friendships remind me of when I was younger when Fridays were consistently set aside for my friends. Now, it seems play is indeed meant for childhood and work is for aging adults. We often can’t find time for ourselves, let alone our friends, who are busy working mothers like ourselves. Or we moved into unreachable corners of this globe, far away from any means of physical communication. It’s fair to say, it’s hard to stay close to friends like when we were in college. Nowadays, it’s easier to travel, but more difficult to bond with others. “My Friend” asserts that we should not end let our friendships fall by the wayside. Even with physical distance and conflicting schedules, we keep our friendships close with kind words on phone calls, regular FaceTime calls, or even encouraging social media comments. Friendship doesn’t end once we become adults.
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February 1, 2023March 7, 2023 3min readBy Varsha Panikar
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“After so Long” is a poetry film created for Simha’s EP, which is streaming on Spotify, Apple Music and Amazon Music. The poem was collaboratively written by Simha, a U.S. native, and Jae, who is based in India, during the 2020 lockdown. “After so Long” was recited by Simha and their parents. In 2022, I directed and produced the film through my studio, Star Hopper. “After so Long” premiered on Nowness Asia in March 2022.
This film is a worldwide collaboration among trans and queer south-Asian artists from the United States, India and Canada. It was recorded, shot and filmed during the lockdown of 2020 and 2021.
Jae:
Awake at 10 am but out of bed at noon,
I want to be here where I lose myself in these sheets
Glancing through half-shut eyes
At the gold pressing past my window
The glimmer remarks on the ledge of my bed
But the voices are so loud
Like dust collecting in the corner of my room
I am unaware to why I’m still here
With the chilling doubt of the breeze…
I’m swept into lucidity After so long
Dad:
Mil rahi hoon mein aaj iske saang barso baad,
(Today, I’ll be meeting them after so long)
Koi paata nahi diya tune
(But with no destination sight,)
Kya karu?
(What should I do?)
Kaha jau?
(Where should I go?)
Shayad agar mein chalne lagoon,
(Perhaps, if I keep walking)
Inn yaadon ki safar mein
(Down this road of memories)
Mujhe samajh mein ayega,
(I will find out)
Yeh rasta kahaan jayega,
(Where this road leads)
Inn aari tedhi pakadandiyon pe baarte hi jaana hai,
(Through the twists and turns of this winding roads, I must keep going on)
Mujhe mil na hain aaj uske saath,
(I wish to meet them today)
Barso baad.
(After so long)
Simha:
I feel like I’m retracing my footsteps
From these concrete stretches
To broken cement walls
Chips and cracks forge their way for new designs
I see the old abandoned buildings
That once held the warmth of bodies
Now just hold memories
Supporting the nature’s resilience
In vines and moss
After so long
Mom:
Dhoondli shishe mein jaaga leli hai
(These isty mirrors have offered refuge)
Bikhri hui laatao ne,
(To these scattered vines)
Zameen pe uchi ghaas pe
(Amidst the tall grass stretching from the ground)
Lehrati kamsan kaliyaa
(The swaying little buds)
Bheeni bheeni khushboo bikhereti
(Spreading honeysuckle scent through the air)
Phir wahi mausam,
(I lose myself in reminiscing, the same season)
Wahi dil,
(The same heart)
Baarso baad.
(After so long)
Phir bhi mein chal rahi hoon aaj
(Still, I keep carrying on today)
Khudko khudse milane ke liye
(In the pursuit of my higher self)
Inn galiyo se guzarna hain aaj
(I must pass through these streets today)
Chaalte chaale jaana hai aaj
(I must keep going on today)
Kabhi hum milenge kisi mor paar
(Someday, we’ll meet again, somewhere on this road)
barso baad
(After so long)
Kabhi hum milenge kisi mor pe
(Someday, we’ll meet again, somewhere on this road)
barso baad
(After so long)
The opinions expressed by the guest writer/blogger and those providing comments are theirs alone and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of Brown Girl Magazine, Inc., or any employee thereof. Brown Girl Magazine is not responsible for the accuracy of any of the information supplied by the guest writer/bloggers. This work is the opinion of the blogger. It is not the intention of Brown Girl Magazine to malign any religion, ethnic group, club, organization, company, or individual. If you’d like to submit a guest post, please follow the guidelines we’ve set forth here.
Suraiya Ali is a student currently living in Dallas, Texas. Her interests include feminist theology, mystic poetry, and the pursuit of the perfect matte lipstick. She wants to eventually couple a business degree with one in linguistics and theology. 
