tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22335847789584211772024-03-05T10:31:37.433+01:00Und das meint LieselotteWas man so zu sagen hat, als deutsche Kopftuchmuslima mit Uniabschluss, Kleinkind und Schuhgröße 38 1/2Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.comBlogger871125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-28567974868995926542016-03-29T00:32:00.000+02:002016-06-27T00:33:50.812+02:00At the police station II.<div style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">Second time in a month or so that I am called to the police station to report a hate crime.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">The first time the officer taking my report tells me that basically Islamophobia is not that much of a big deal.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">The second time (today), another officer is of the opinion that if I had not tweeted about 'controversial' topics such as extremism and racism, I would not have attracted the attention of the Islamophobic numbhead to consequently floods me with his racist filth (so in a nu<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">tshell, the crime is the victim's fault). When I ask him if his statement is not the same as asking a woman who was sexually harassed if she really had to wear that miniskirt, he gets upset and says, 'he is offended'.</span></span></div>
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Second time I am at the police station to report a racist / Islamophobic incident, second time I don't feel that those police officers are ... what they should be, professional, sensitised, on the side of the victim.</div>
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Second time in a month that I complain and that my complaint is dealt with in the most professional manner and that the duty inspector is as shocked about the comments made as I was when I realised what was being said to me.</div>
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Don't accept poor treatment. Don't give up. Keep on complaining, keep on protesting. You might think it's not a big deal or that it's not going to change anything anyway, but if we continue to swallow whatever we are being served, nothing is ever going to change. Ever.</div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-81266628792863115422016-03-17T00:29:00.000+01:002016-06-27T00:29:27.604+02:00The five stages of getting feedback on your paper<div style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
<span style="background-color: #f6b26b; line-height: 19.32px;">1) Receive reviews: "This is ridiculous. Have they ACTUALLY READ my paper?! Reviewer 2 doesn't go as far in their criticism, so WHAT'S WRONG with reviewer 1?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">2) Later that night: "They are right. The paper is rubbish. My research is rubbish. I am rubbish. I'll never get anything published. I am just not made for academia..."</span></div>
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3) Speak to a good friend who's published a lot: "This is nonsense. They can't ask me to rewrite the entire paper in just two weeks. That's just completely unprofessional."</div>
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4) Think about it again: "It's all good. I have choices. I can decide what I want to do: revise and resubmit, only make some of the suggested changes, just submit the whole thing somewhere else."</div>
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5) Speak to supervisor, then editor of journal: "Aaaah, so THAT's what they mean. I don't actually HAVE to make all the changes, but can explain why I made some and not others. Reviewers are just humans, too ... who would have thought?!"</div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-13768775305632059842016-03-10T00:27:00.000+01:002016-06-27T00:27:34.668+02:00Islamic wisdom<span style="background-color: #f6b26b; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">"Prefer to be one who is overcome while being just, rather than one who triumphs while being unjust." (Imam Ali, as)</span>Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-14914680430361210322016-03-08T00:25:00.000+01:002016-06-27T00:26:10.087+02:00Mama problems<div style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">That moment when you get caught making completely unreasonably demands:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">"If you don't tidy up your stuff NOW, I am going without you."<br />"Ha ha, you want to leave me at home on my own?!"</span></div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-45093100043784730642016-03-01T00:02:00.000+01:002016-06-27T00:03:48.787+02:00At the police station.<div style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b; line-height: 19.32px;"><i>Or: Explaining hate crime to those </i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">When you call on the phone to report racist stickers that you have seen in the city centre, everyone is very friendly. "I will forward this to my colleagues, Ma'am, can you come to the station to give a statement, Ma'am, thank you very much for calling, Ma'am."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">When you arrive at the police station at 9 o'clock, a woman takes your statement. Blond hair, fair skin, middle-aged. It's you and her, in a stuffy room with no windows.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">Police officer, blond, middle-aged: "So you felt that the stickers were offensive?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">(Relatively) young white hijabi: "I didn't just find them offensive, I found them highly offensive, and to be honest, I also got a bit scared when I saw them, for myself and my family. [insert bit about particular family background and ways in which this relates to the stickers] I have always felt safe in [this city here], but it changed (a bit) when I saw these stickers."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">Police officer, blond, middle-aged: "But crime and violence, this something that happens everywhere, isn't it, it's a global problem?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">(Relatively) young white hijabi: "Well, yes, but these stickers are used by right-wing extremists to mark their territory and to spread fear. This is part of their strategy, it's part of their campaign. They send a message to people like me, to Muslims, to refugees, migrants, brown people."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">Police officer, blond, middle-aged: "But this could happen to anyone..."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">(Relatively) young white hijabi: "Erm, no. This is a hate crime. They specifically target one group of people. And sorry, but you, as a blonde, white, British woman won't be targeted by them. I wouldn't if it weren't for my headscarf. But me, the way I look, with this [points to her scarf], I am one of their targets."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">Police officer, blond, middle-aged: "But if that was true, they could just put a bomb in a mosque - they don't do that."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">(Relatively) young white hijabi: "Erm, yes, of course they do. [insert short excursus about recent attacks on mosques in the UK in general and [the region we live in] in particular, with particular mention of the Muslim grandfather who has just gotten assassinated - for being Muslim - a few days ago] ... "I can't really believe I need to tell you this. They are targeting Muslims, refugees, brown people, and everyone who, to them, looks like that."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">Police officer, blond, middle-aged: "But you have that everywhere ... in Paris they just attacked people who were in the street"</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">(Relatively) young white hijabi: [insert a sentence about how that was a case of Islamist extremism ... which is different from right-wing extremism ... which is what I am talking about at the moment] "No. No, sorry, this is not right. I'm not going to continue like this. I am not going to speak to you any more. I want to speak to someone else. And I want to complain about this. Now."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">When you go to the police station to report racist stickers you have seen in the city centre, you might come across a police officer who seems to have less knowledge about hate crime, Islamophobia and violent extremism than you do. Who shows a complete lack of sensitivity while dealing with a victim of a hate crime. Who is playing down an issue she is clearly not facing herself.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">But you can complain. And (relatively) young white hijabi did. To the duty inspector and, after that, to the two female police officers assigned to take her statement. Two officers it was this time, both (relatively) young, one blond + white, the other brown + Muslim. Who agreed that this was outrageous, took the statement, chatted about this and that, were friendly, laughed, made little jokes, explained what was going to happen now.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">When you go to the police station to report racist stickers you have seen in the city centre, this is the sort of police officers you should have welcome you. Not people you need to explain to that the crime that you are here to report is actually a problem.</span></div>
Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-51686752719029848172016-02-28T23:57:00.000+01:002016-06-26T23:59:07.984+02:00"No space for women"<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-90319531597995117712016-02-24T23:51:00.000+01:002016-06-26T23:53:40.154+02:00In my memory<div style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: #f6b26b;">When a song was written for Northern Ireland, but works perfectly for Sarajevo, Beirut, Aleppo or Homs, too. It's the same pain, always.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">"But when I returned how my eyes have burned</span><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">To see how a town could be brought to its knees</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19.32px;">And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19.32px;">With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have they done</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19.32px;">To the town I loved so well"</span></div>
</span>Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-14043102211207540332016-02-15T23:40:00.000+01:002016-06-26T23:51:17.998+02:00When life hands you lemons...<div style="color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: #e69138; line-height: 19.32px;"><i>Or: How I was chosen for a "random" security check, and ended up giving an impromptu live hijab tutorial</i></span></div>
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I think, 'they'll quickly check with the portable metal detector'. No, they want to search me in a separate room.</div>
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Ok, whatever. It's me and two female security officers who close the curtain behind them.</div>
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I think, 'they'll quickly pat me down and I can go'. No. Not that easy, not that quickly.</div>
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Female security officer (FSO) 1: 'Can you please take your scarf off, madam?'</div>
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Me [with a strong expression of WTH on my face, raised eyebrows and all]: 'Take MY SCARF OFF?'</div>
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FSO 2 [smiles, looking slightly embarrassed]</div>
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Me: 'Okkkk...'</div>
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I take off my scarf. FSO 1 pats me down from head to toe, doesn't forget to check my socks (because THAT'S where we Muslimist terrorist extremists hide our bombs, you know), a few minutes later she says I can put back my scarf on.</div>
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I reach for it. There is silence. And I think, 'You know what...'</div>
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Me: 'Well, at least you'll get to see now how I wear my scarf...'</div>
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FSO 1 and FSO 2 both look at me.</div>
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I force a smile.</div>
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Me: 'Yes, because there is different ways of tying it. I usually do it likes this...'</div>
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FSO 2 [looks at me pointing on my scarf, nods hesitantly]</div>
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Me: 'So first I put the scarf here. On top of this [I point on the undercap]. I always wear one of these underneath. Otherwise it can be really annoying when the scarf doesn't stay in place but keeps moving around. You know, that's just REALLY annoying. One time around and then a pin here...'</div>
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FSO 1 and 2 both follow my movements and nod in agreement.</div>
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FSO 1: ' And do you wear it in the summer, too?'</div>
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Me: [little excursus about light fabric, long sleeves, and breezy maxi dresses]</div>
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FSO 1: 'Do you have scarves in many different colours?'</div>
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Me [laugh]: 'Oh yes, I do. But my favourite is pink!'</div>
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FSO 1: 'Pink is great!'</div>
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Me: 'Pink is the best!!'</div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-1377987306584680432015-12-26T21:01:00.000+01:002015-12-27T02:14:09.628+01:00Syria in Beirut<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I had been told to be careful, told not to mention that my husband comes from Syria. I was careful for a few days, but everyone here asked about him. <i>Abuk lubnani? Zowjik lubnani?</i> (Is your father Lebanese? Is your husband Lebanese? ... because what else would bring anyone to Lebanon?!) No, he's not Lebanese, he's Syrian. <i>La, huwa suri. </i>I was not going to lie. I mean, come on. </div>
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And the response, again and again, was <i>ou ana suri, ana suriye</i> (I am Syrian, too). </div>
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And Syria was everywhere. It was the big, black Landrover parked in front of a block of flats in Sanayeh, Syrian license plate. The young man who works for a local NGO who came to Beirut when he couldn't stay in Syria any more. The beggars on Hamra Street, young women, old women, almost always with children, toddlers, babies who run barefoot on the dirty pavement. The shopkeeper and his wife, who have been living in Lebanon for 30 years. The taxi driver with the toothless smile. The AUB student with the excellent GPA. The doctor who, when he needs help, speaks to the policemen in English because he knows they won't be as helpful if a young men with a Syrian accent approaches them. <i>Layali </i>and her daughter who live in Beirut now after having spent seven years in Abu Dhabi where <i>Layali</i>'s husband's company had send him. <i>Naya </i>who says she can't go shopping with me because if the shopkeepers hear her Syrian accent, they will charge her double the price. The waiters at the Syrian restaurant where the most delicious Syrian food is served, the restaurant that makes its owner rich while 30 of his employees live together in one apartment, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, and the family is still in Syria.</div>
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Syria is everywhere in Beirut, if you look closely, if you care to listen.</div>
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Syria is here, when fighting breaks out in Tripoli, close to the border. They say you can hear the bombs targeting Aleppo on the highway leading north. It's a small country, the borders are never far.</div>
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Syria is here, when a bomb explodes in <i>Dahiye</i>, in South Beirut, where the Shia live, because Hizbollah fights on Assad's side, and ISIS fights Assad, and ISIS does not like Shia. </div>
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Syria is here, when you speak with <i>Halima</i>, a Lebanese artist and women's rights activist, about the Lebanese civil war, and you say that in a way Syria has become the new Lebanon, and she says, no, shakes her head, and says no, Syria is much worse, much worse. With tears in her eyes, this strong, composed, confident woman, who has lived through the Lebanese civil war, with tears in her eyes, she repeats, no, Lebanon was never like this, Syria is worse.</div>
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Syria is here, when you sit in the park with your friend <i>Lina</i>, the kids play, its a sunny day in December, and it's beautiful here in the park. You need to make a phone call, and while you're on the phone she receives a call, too. <i>Is everything ok, Lina?</i> It was her family from Aleppo, who just wanted to tell her they are fine. A missile has hit their street, many people died, but their house was not hit, they are alive, they are not hurt, even though many people died, many children, the children... <i>I need to tell my husband and my sister they are fine, </i>and she starts typing on her smartphone. You would not want them to hear on the news their family's street was hit without knowing their house was spared, you would not want them to worry. She was fine until I started to cry. I cry, she cries, Syria was there, on the bench, in the park, Syria was in Beirut.</div>
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And Syria is the man at the local corner shop, who greets you with a smile and a friendly<i> keif al-hal? keifek? </i>(how are you?)<i> </i>every time you pass by, who reacts faster than you when <i>Lieschen </i>is sick next to their shop one summer day, it might have been the heat, or maybe something else. Almost every day you see him, the neighbourhood wouldn't be the same without him, and one day he asks you,<i> mineen inti </i>(where are you from?) and you say <i>min Almaniya</i> (from Germany), and since he asked, you can ask, too, and the response is, of course, <i>ana suri</i> (I'm Syrian). <i>Min Haleb</i> (from Aleppo). <i>'albi bi Suria</i>, he says, my heart is in Syria, and there he stands in front of you, this rock of a man, holds his hand to where his heart is and he cries. </div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-57430512383802241052015-08-19T18:38:00.001+02:002015-08-19T18:38:45.261+02:00A different kind of diversity<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em>African and Asian migrant workers. Their children. And my child. </em></div>
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So how is Beirut? It's hot, it's humid, it's busy, it's crowded ... full of people who could hardly be more different. If you know anything about Lebanon's capital, if you have only read one or two poorly researched articles you'll know that there are 18 different officially recognised sects in Lebanon, that there are Muslims, Christians, Druze who call this city home, that you have more Christian sects in this country than you could probably ever name from the top of your head ... even if you identify as a Christian yourself. There are Sunni Muslims, Shia Muslims, Syrian-Orthodox Christians, Catholic ones, Maronites ... to name just a few. There are different religious sects, different socio-economic classes, people who speak French fluently and others who hardly know a handful of words of English. There are those who live in London, Paris, Washington or Dubai for most of the year and those who have perhaps never left the city they were born in. And that's just the Lebanese. Add to that Syrians, many of whom recently sought refuge in the country, and Palestinians, the majority of whom have been here for much longer.</div>
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But that's not the only way in which Beirut is diverse. One stroll on one of the capital's streets, and you'd have to be blind not to notice all those African and Asian faces. Beirut is Eritrean, it's Nigerian, and Filipino. It's the African housemaid, the Asian nanny. Some of them in gingham uniforms, others in their regular clothes, they often accompany families of the upper middle class when they take their kids to the park or a walk by the seaside.</div>
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Doing research as a European in a country like Lebanon can be challenging. You don't really speak the language, you're not used to the heat, and things are different than at home. You are different. </div>
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Doing research with a child is even more difficult. Or so I thought. I didn't think I could just drag along ze baby to my interviews so I started looking for childcare. On a student budget. Ha ha, she's ambitious, that woman! </div>
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But I found something. In a centre run by an NGO providing all sorts of support services to Asian and African migrant workers living in Lebanon. They were kind enough to agree to let ze baby stay for whenever I needed someone to look after her for a couple of hours.</div>
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So that's how ze baby ended up spending a few hours every week with a group of little African and Asian kids. Originally from Sri Lanka, India, the Philippines, or half Asian, half Arab, most of them have been in Lebanon for the majority of their life. They speak Arabic, some English (which is the language of communication in the centre) and sometimes also the language of their parents, be it Hindi, Tamil, Tagalog or Filipino. </div>
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That's how ze baby ended up spending a few hours every week with all the other children, and that's how I ended up hearing all those stories.</div>
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About recent changes in the law that don't allow maids, cooks, cleaners and nanies from Africa or Asia to keep their children. They don't get the residence permit they'd need to stay, so eventually the kids are being sent "back home", a country many of them don't know, where a language is spoken many of them have never learnt, or at least not properly. </div>
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About how much the children love that they can run around, sing and shout in the centre. Because at home, in their parents' employers' home, they are told to be quiet, not to disturb the employers with their laughter and their shouting - noise, disruption, not wanted, stop it please, can you be quiet now?! </div>
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About how some parents before they found the centre just locked the children alone at home until they were back from work in the afternoon. </div>
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Because doing research with a child is difficult, and working with a child is difficult, too. Childcare is expensive and hard to find, the European researcher from the UK knows that as much as the Sri Lankan cook in Lebanon. Or maybe not as much. But she knows, too.</div>
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And so ze baby plays and sings and paints with the other little kids. And while I sit there and look at them I can't help but think how much they are the same, children, funny, laughing, quite adorable most of the time and simply annoying from time to time, and how much they differ. They are five, six, seven, eight now and all play together, but <em>Lieschen</em>, just because of the place she was born in, the family she grew up in, the country the nationality whose nationality she holds, has the opportunity to such a different life. All the same yet still so different. That's Beirut, that's also Beirut. </div>
Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-6845363981856277932015-07-24T19:36:00.000+02:002015-07-24T19:36:25.686+02:00Beirut is...<i>After four days...</i><br />
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Beirut is hot. Beirut is humid. Beirut is big and busy.<br />
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Beirut is Hamra and it is all those people who are extra friendly to the German hijabi. Are they Sunni? Or just generally friendly?</div>
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Beirut is bushes of pink <i>majnounieh</i>, those flowers I know from Palestine. </div>
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It is people advising me not to tell others that I have worked in Palestine or that my husband is Syrian because politics ... and me talking about it anyway because what the heck.</div>
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Beirut is full of Syrians, young people, families, poor rich, big cars with Syrian number plate parked outside of the 5 star hotel, and <i>Ahmad</i> who is going to the camps in the North, where thousands of Syrians are <strike>living</strike> surviving.</div>
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Beirut is Sanayeh with all its greenery. An urban jungle. Trees, bushes, palm trees, flowers. Green against the yellow and grey of the houses. Beirut is beautiful.</div>
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Beirut is the current waste management crisis, communication between the municipality and its waste collection company going wrong. </div>
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Beirut is secretly guessing which sectarian group he / she / they belong to ... as if it mattered. It is seeing a cross, a picture of the Dome of Rock, a painting of Nasrallah, a hijab worn a certain way and thinking 'aaaaaaah!'.</div>
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Beirut is sitting in a restaurant near the sea and realising that, even sitting so close to the water, does not really bring any relief from the heat.</div>
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It is sitting in a café with a former combattant, speaking about his past and the reconciliation work he is involved in now, before he buys <i>Lieschen</i> a fresh orange juice.</div>
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Beirut is full of foreigners. It is meeting an American-Lebanese family who used to live in Germany on the playground, it is Syrians, Syrians, everywhere, it is Italian tourists in Gemmayzeh, French volunteers in Dawrah, and all those Africans, Filipinos, Sri Lankans, Indians and Thais who came here for work.</div>
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Beirut is haggling with the servis drivers and making use of all those tricks you learned in Palestine. </div>
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It is answering again and again, 'where are you from?', 'are you Muslim?', 'are you married to a Muslim?'.</div>
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Beirut is seeing, from your roof-top balcony, a mosque and a church ... and the sea.</div>
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Beirut is airconditioned rooms smelling of cigarette smoke.</div>
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Beirut is barely coping with the humidity and wondering how on earth they manage back in the days, without fan, no AC, God, what on earth did the French want here?! </div>
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Beirut is hearing Arabic in the streets, English and French, marhaba, ahleen, kifak, ca va, yallah bye.</div>
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<i>Currently doing fieldwork in Beirut. More pictures and texts to come inshaallah.</i></div>
Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-65294003135593229302015-02-23T02:36:00.002+01:002015-02-23T02:36:28.684+01:00Wenn Muslime Christen in Pakistan schützen <br />
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<i>"Habt Acht! Wer grausam und harsch gegenüber einer nicht-muslimischen Minderheit ist, ihre Rechte beschneidet, ihnen zu viel aufbürdet oder von ihnen stiehlt - ich [Muhammad] werde mich über diese Person [bei Gott] am Tage des Gerichts beschweren." [<a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hadith" target="_blank">Hadith</a> nach <a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ab%C5%AB_D%C4%81w%C5%ABd_as-Sidschist%C4%81n%C4%AB" target="_blank">Abu Dawud</a>]</i></div>
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Wir hören meistens nur die negativen Beispiele. Von Diskriminierung, Unterdrückung und Gewalt. Aber es gibt, immer, auch die andere Seite. Ganz unspektakulär das Zusammenleben im Alltag oder Aktionen, die aus dem Gleichgleich des Jedentags herausstechen. Christen in Pakistan sind vor allem eins - Pakistanis. Ihre Religion mögen sie nicht mit dem Großteil der Pakistanis, die Muslime sind, teilen, aber kulturell sind sie nichts anderes. Pakistanis. Umso schöner eine <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/10/08/muslims-form-human-chain-pakistan_n_4057381.html" target="_blank">solche Geste</a>, die (auch wenn von 2013, also nicht mehr ganz aktuell) genau das unterstreicht: Unsere Gemeinsamkeiten sind so viel größer als das, was uns trennt. Auch wenn ihr anders seid, stehen wir an eurer Seite und verteidigen auch eure Rechte. Davon bitte mehr, nicht nur in Pakistan! <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/10/08/muslims-form-human-chain-pakistan_n_4057381.html" target="_blank">Hier</a> geht's zum Link.</div>
Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-34929629468730820082015-02-21T22:28:00.002+01:002015-02-23T02:24:18.986+01:00Hallo Welt<br />
...lange nicht mehr gesehen. Lange nicht mehr geschrieben, zumindest hier nicht.<br />
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Grade ein paar alte Texte durchgesehen und mich daran erinnert, wie sehr ich das Schreiben hier mochte. Und wenn ich mir die alten Texte so ansehe - irgendwie fehlt es mir. </div>
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Ich habe verdammt viel zu tun, mit der Promotion, Familie und anderen Sachen, aber vielleicht schaffe ich es ja ab demnächst doch wieder, regelmäßiger zu schreiben. Und wenn's auch nur ganz kurze Texte sind. Zu sagen gebe es so viel.</div>
Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-61725615076725409102014-10-09T11:26:00.001+02:002014-10-09T11:30:30.969+02:00Love and light<div style="text-align: right;">
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-27474106599569247102014-09-15T02:15:00.000+02:002014-09-15T22:28:07.577+02:00Convert Conversations I<div style="text-align: right;">
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bismillah" target="_blank"><i>Bismillah</i></a></div>
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If I am being perfectly honest, in the beginning it was exciting. This new religion came not only with a testimony of faith, principles of belief, acts of worship and the building of a relation with God, but with a whole new, and at times exotic, culture. Cultures, I mean. There was Eritrean hospitality, Moroccon tea, Algerian music, Pakistani food, Turkish fashion, Bosnian sweets, Central Asian architecture. Learning how to be a Muslim, I also learned loads about the many cultures that Islam left its footprint on in one way or another, cultures that are hard to think of without the enormous influence the religion of Islam had on them. </div>
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<b>Turkish lentil soup, Arabic hiphop, South Asian tea </b></div>
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Now, more than ten, almost fifteen years later, I can make a mean Turkish lentil soup; know how to do small talk in Bosnian, Turkish and Arabic; could give a 30 minutes presentation about Arabic hiphop and a 60 minutes presentation about the role of the diaspora in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. I can tell a Moroccon <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hijabi" target="_blank">hijabi</a> from a Saudi, Pakistani, British-Pakistani, Turkish, Syrian or Malaysian one - from a 100 metres! (when I wear my glasses) - and I would happily explain to you the difference between <a href="http://www.tasty-indian-recipes.com/paneer-recipes/aloo-paneer-recipe/" target="_blank">aloo paneer</a><i>, </i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palak_paneer" target="_blank">palak paneer</a> and<i> </i><a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/keema-aloo-ground-beef-and-potatoes/" target="_blank">aloo keema</a><i> </i>... if you asked. I can say the traditional Islamic greeting <i>salam alaikum</i> (may Peace be with you) the way it is pronounced in Turkey, Arabic countries and the Sub-continent. I prefer <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairuz" target="_blank">Fairouz</a> over <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umm_Kulthum" target="_blank">Umm Kulthum</a> and Moroccon green tea with mint over South Asian red tea with milk; haggle like a pro (I am known to have made a taxi driver in Jericho complain, "she's worse than the locals!"); and it does not seem odd to me (any more) to keep on asking "how are you?", even after the person in question has already replied (twice).</div>
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With Islam, I got to know a long list of different countries, cultures, mentalities, lifestyles. Cultures which differ in many ways but which have in common that Islam is one of their main cultural reference points (not the only one, of course, after all, we don't want to fall into essentialist narratives of how all Muslims are the same, do we?). I have gotten to know many aspects of these cultures, I have gotten to love some of them, and many have become a part of me. I have not just become a Muslim but I also adopted quite a few habits, norms and values that are often regarded as essentially linked to Islam while in reality they are rooted in one<i> </i>of the many cultures, societies or communities which happen to be majority Muslim.</div>
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Culture and religion are closely intertwined. That is not just an Islamic phenomenon but something that can be observed in all cultures and religions worldwide. Sometimes this intertwinement is pretty obvious, at times it happens more subtly and you need to look closely to spot it. Sometimes it is problematic, sometimes absolutely fine, or perhaps even of advantage - for example, when it brings out the best in a community of believers. Intertwinement can mean similarity, overlapping, contradiction; it is not positive or negative per se. In practise, the intertwinement of religion and culture means that it is often hard to tell where culture starts and religion ends.</div>
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Ten, almost fifteen years, later, the initial excitement has slowly worn off. Not completely, I still owe a lot to all the Muslims (and their respective cultures) that I have met on this journey in the last years, I love many things I have learned from them, things that have become part of me. But I have become a bit older, a bit (tiny bit!) more knowledgeable, a bit more confident and, sorry!, less accepting of nonsense. I have realised in the last years that people have been trying to sell me something as Islamic which is not. And I'm tired of it. I don't need to wear a Saudi <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abaya" target="_blank">abayah</a> to be a Muslim; I don't need to have the same views on gender relations as many South Asian Muslims, for example, do; my <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norah_Jones" target="_blank">Norah Jones</a> is not less Islamic than your <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Ajram" target="_blank">Nancy Ajram</a>; and if you serve <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samosa" target="_blank">samosas</a> and dates to non-Muslim visitors at an event organised by the local mosque that's not "typically Muslim food". Your culture is not representative of Islam. </div>
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During <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadan" target="_blank">Ramadan</a>, free food is provided in the mosque every evening. Most of the time, it was Moroccon food. But that was fine. If 70% of your visitors are Moroccon, there is nothing wrong with serving Moroccon food 70% of the time. If, however, you serve Moroccon food only, I would say, there is a problem. At my mosque, they didn't do that. It was Moroccon food most of the time, with the odd Afghani or Pakistani meal inbetween. One day they made German pasta salad. German pasta salad. With mayonaise, cornichons, sweetcorn - exactly as we would do it at home. I was in food heaven, but I also realised this was the first time in over ten years of being a Muslim that I was eating European food in a European mosque. </div>
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I am sorry, I am not imitating "the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kafir" target="_blank">kuffar</a>" or "the West". I am of one them. Culturally, I am one of them; religiously, I am a Muslim. And before you start screaming now, "Oh my God, she declared herself an unbeliever" - I haven't. Not everything in Europe contradicts Islam. There are loads of cultural aspects that you can perfectly reconcile with Islam. In fact, some aspects of European cultures are even more Islamic than much that is found in many "Eastern" societies (talk about punctuality, bindingness of appointments or lower levels of corruption ... that is if you stay North of the Alps... :P ). </div>
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By holding on to my German identity, I am really not doing anything different than the first Muslims back in the Prophet's time did. They were converts. And carried their (polytheistic) ancestors names, continued to eat their (type of) food and wearing their traditional clothes. They remained a part of society. What we consider essentially Islamic now (names such as Fatima, for example) used to be part of the culture of a polytheistic society. What did the Prophet (Peace be upon him) and his followers do? Did they start to scream, "don't imitate the unbelievers" and change their own ways completely? They didn't. They changed what needed changing and held on to what was acceptable to keep. Fatima stayed Fatima. She was not made change her name into a more "Islamically sounding" name when she converted. </div>
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And lastly, don't misunderstand me. I am not asking for big changes. I am not asking for German pasta salad everyday. Have your <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kafir" target="_blank">biryani</a>. I'll share it with you. But don't pretend this was Islam. Don't make us, Muslims and non-Muslims, believe your Pakistani <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naan" target="_blank">naans</a><i> </i>or Turkish <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pita" target="_blank">pides</a><i> </i>were more appropriate to have in the mosque than my German rye bread. Islam is bigger than that. It is more than just <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biryani" target="_blank">biryani</a>. Let's not belittle this grand religion, let's not veil the universal character it has. Islam is for everyone. Look outside your box, have some compassion and try to walk a bit in my shoes. Leave me some room and let me be who I am. That's all I'm asking for.</div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-40536076583659028552014-07-01T23:00:00.001+02:002014-07-02T00:53:05.876+02:00Ramadankalender für Faule || Ramadan calendar for lazy people<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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Das <i>Lieschen </i>ist im Ramadan geboren. Als sie ein bisschen älter war, alt genug, um zu verstehen, was Ramadan ist, begann ich zu überlegen, wie ich ihr vermitteln konnte, was für eine besondere Zeit Ramadan für Muslime ist; wie ich sie dazu bringen könnte, Ramadan zu lieben und es zu etwas zu machen, auf das sie sich schon lange im Voraus freut. Als Kind habe ich Weihnachtskalender geliebt. Als ich durch Zufall irgendwo gelesen habe, dass es Ramadankalender gibt, hat mir die Idee gleich zugesagt. Zum ersten Mal habe ich einen Ramadankalender für das Lieschen vor zwei Jahren gemacht, aber sie war noch zu klein, um die Idee zu begreifen. Nach der Hälfte des Monatshaben wir den Kalender nicht wirklich mehr benutzt.</div>
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<b><i>Lieschen </i>was born in Ramadan. When she got a bit older, old enough to be able to understand what Ramadan is, I started to wonder how I could make her grasp what a special time it is for Muslims, how I could make her love it and be excited about it. As a child I loved my Christmas calendars, so when I read about Ramadan calendars somewhere, I immediately liked the idea. I made a Ramadan calendar for the first time two years ago but <i>Lieschen </i>was still too young to really understand the concept so we only used it half way through the month. </b></div>
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Letztes Jahr habe ich einen richtigen Ramadankalender gemacht und sie hat eigentlich fast jeden Tag eines der kleinen Briefchen geöffnet. Ich wollte nicht<b>, </b>dass sie denkt, im Ramadan geht es nur um Schokolade und Süßigkeiten, deswegen habe ich jeden Tag einen kleinen Zettel mit einem Islam-bezogenen Begriff vorbereitet ("Qur'an", zum Beispiel, oder "Kaabah", "Hadith", "Mekka", "Geduld" usw.), den ich mit ihr lesen und besprechen habe (so weit das mit einem Kind dieses Alters geht). Die Bastelanleitung für solch einen Ramadankalender habe ich letztes Jahr <a href="http://und-das-meint-lieselotte.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/ramadankalender.html">hier</a> gepostet. <b> </b></div>
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<b>Last year, I made a proper Ramadan calendar and she did indeed open one of the little sachets almost every day. I didn't want her to think that Ramadan is about chocolate and sweets only, so everyday I put a little note with an Islam-related term on it (such as "Qur'an", "Kaabah", "Hadith", "Mekka", "patience" etc.) which I would read and discuss with her (as much as you can discuss with a child of that age). You'll find the description of how to make such a Ramadan calendar <a href="http://und-das-meint-lieselotte.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/ramadankalender.html">here</a>. </b></div>
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Wie man anhand der Bilder und Bastelanleitung sehen kann, braucht es einige Zeit, solch einen Kalender zu basteln. Letztes Jahr hatte ich im Ramadan frei und hatte mehr als genug Zeit, einen Ramadankalender zu machen. Dieses Jahr bin ich mit der Promotion und einer Millionen anderer Dinge beschäftigt und wusste, dass es nicht drin sein würde, einen Kalender wie den vom letzten Jahr zusammenzubasteln. So kam mir die Idee für einen Ramadankalender für <strike>Faule</strike> Schwerbeschäftigte.</div>
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<b>As you can probably tell from the pictures and description, making such a calendar takes quite a lot of time. Last year, I was free in Ramadan so I had the time, but this year I'm busy with my PhD and a million other things so I knew I wouldn't be able to spend that much time again. So I came up with the idea for a Ramadan calendar for <strike>lazy</strike> busy people. </b></div>
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Can men and women be friends? Just friends? Many Muslims will tell you that Islam forbids "unnecessary contact" between men and women. I have heard (and read) this numerous times since becoming a Muslim. There is talks, lectures, books, articles about the topic, in which Muslim after Muslim explain to you that men and women can't, shouldn't, mustn't be friends. There is family, there is mariage, two areas in which contacts with the opposite gender is legitimate; there is the grey zone of colleagues or classmates whom you need to deal with (unless you live in a country where universities and the workplace are completely segregated); there is strangers on the street (whom you usually don't really engage with anyway), but friendship, just for the sake of friendship between men and women? No. Haram. "Where will it lead?!" - "The line between joking and flirting is fine." - "When a man and a woman are together, Shaitan is the third person present." </div>
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"Where will it lead?!" I am not sure what you are thinking of. Where will it lead?! I have had male friends for over ten years. It has not lead anywhere. I have not had any illicit relationship with any of them. I meet them with other friends or in public, talk to them on the phone or via social media, in short: I do not meet them in a secluded space. They know me. They know about my religion, my values, where my limits are. They respect them. They respect me. They don't hug me. They don't touch me. I don't either. They don't think anything when we talk or meet. And I don't either. They are married or not, I know their wives or girlfriends or not, but it is out of question that there is anything except friendship.</div>
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<b>"The line between joking and flirting is fine."</b></div>
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"The line between joking and flirting is fine." No. Whether someone is joking or flirting depends on the intention. As long as my intention is pure, there is no flirting. I might joke with my friends but it is joking, nothing else. I know that and they know that. If I sense that there is more on the other side, I know how to distance myself. If it does not stop, he does not stay my friend. Easy.</div>
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<b>"When a man and a woman are together, Shaitan is the third person present."</b></div>
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"When a man and a woman are together, Shaitan is the third person present." If you do believe that this hadith means that a woman should not be in the presence of a strange man without a mahram by her side, then I would urge you not to follow my example and have male friends. I do not believe this is what this hadith means. I was taught this hadith means that men and women are not allowed to be together alone, i.e. in a secluded space. I am not in a secluded space with my male friends, so this point does not apply to my friendships with men. If you are in doubt about how to interpret this hadith, check with a scholar. I did. And follow now what I believe in.</div>
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<b>Friends who have lent me more money than I make a month</b></div>
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I would not want to miss my male friends. I have male friends that I can call at midnight and talk to them on the phone for three hours without them or me thinking anything bad. I have male friends who have lent me three times more money than I make a month when I needed it and did not ask twice when I would be able to pay them back. I have male friends who I have been friends with when they were single, in a relationship, engaged, married, divorced. I have male friends who have asked me for advice when they wanted to get married. I have male friends who I can discuss family matters with. I have male friends who will tell me when my headscarf does not go well together with my dress at all. I have male friends with whom I can laugh about stereotypes about Muslim women or the assumptions others make when they see us together.</div>
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<b>I am not naive: reputation is important, too...</b></div>
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I am not naive. I am not like this with all of my male friends and acquaintances. I will be more careful in some contexts, not because I think what I do is wrong but because there are other factors that need to be taken into consideration, such as, for example, your (and his) reputation. There is no point in knowing that you have not done anything wrong if everyone believes you have. In situations like this, I will be more careful. (Most of the time. Because if there is nothing wrong with what you do, you cannot always worry about what others will think.)</div>
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<b>...and so is knowing that there are black sheep</b></div>
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Another aspect to be taken into account is that no matter how clear the rules are to yourself, there is a risk that they might not be as obvious (or seem as respect-worthy) to him as they are to you. However, as mentioned above, this usually becomes obvious rather quickly. Unless you are completely naive, you can usually tell whether someone has pure intentions or something else on their mind. If you can't distinguish between the two, don't be friends with members of the opposite gender.</div>
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<b>Breaking off all contact with male friends after marriage?</b></div>
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I have friends who have broken off all contact with their male friends after they have gotten married. It is your life and you have, of course, the right to do whatever you please, but I don't think I will ever understand. If I believe there is nothing wrong with having male friends, if there is nothing but friendship between me and them - why would I stop all contact with them just because I have gotten married? If my husband does not believe me when I say they are just friends, if he cannot stand that there are other people I like and I am in contact with, if he does not trust me - again, it is your life, but - I don't understand. To me it would be insulting if a man told me to stop having male friends or if he was jealous of my male friends. Don't you trust me? And please don't tell me he says: "I trust you, but I don't trust him!" Erm, excuse me?, who do you think I am, a piece of candy that a man just takes when he pleases without me being able to establish any rules, any limits in our friendship?</div>
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I don't believe there is anything wrong with having male friends (if the conditions outlined above are met). Not being able to have male friends would break me. I love my female friends, there is something only they can give me; and I appreciate my male friends, something would be missing if they weren't there. Sometimes they are friends just like my female friends are, but sometimes they are different. Sometimes they make me understand things I, as a woman, would not see. Sometimes they offer a different perspective, speak differently, think differently, view things differently. This is something I, as an individual would not want to miss, but there is also a wider context this comes to play in. I want to be an active member of this society. I want to make a difference to my community, to help change things for the better. If I don't know how men think, how they behave, how they speak, laugh and cry, if I don't know how half of this society functions, how will I be able to contribute to making any impact?<br />
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<b>Who defines "unnecessary"? </b><br />
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And this, by the way, is one of the reasons, I cringe when I hear this statement that "Islam forbids unnecessary contact between men and women". Unnecessary? Who defines that? Is it unnecessary for me to work with male colleagues? No, because I need to make money. Yes, because I could work from home. Is it unnecessary for me to study at a university where I sit in lectures held by male professors, side by side with my male classmates, where my thesis supervisor might be male? No, because otherwise I could not get an education. Yes, because I could emigrate to Saudi Arabia and enroll at a local, fully gender-segregated university. Is it unnecessary for me to speak to the male shopkeeper, to buy my groceries from his shop? No, because I need to get groceries. Yes, because for just one pound per delivery I could order them online. Is it unnecessary for me to have male friends? Yes, because why don't you just have female friends? No, because it is not the same; because they are not the same; because my male friends offer a different perspective and make me grow in ways that my female friends don't.<br />
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-45563459892959444542014-05-03T01:40:00.000+02:002014-05-03T01:43:36.134+02:00LA is...<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>Californian diary, part 4 (<a href="http://und-das-meint-lieselotte.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-journey.html">part 1</a>, <a href="http://und-das-meint-lieselotte.blogspot.com/2014/04/palestine-in-california.html">part 2</a>, <a href="http://und-das-meint-lieselotte.blogspot.com/2014/04/america-is.html">part 3</a>)</i><br />
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LA is the <i>g</i>randparents' house. House, garden, garage, four to five cars in the driveway. LA is four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms. LA is eating out, gifts for <i>Lieschen</i>, flying in the granddaughter from England.</div>
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LA is a huge suburb. House, garden, garage. House, garden, garage. House, garden... LA is hills, palm trees, multi-lane highways, traffic jams, green valleys to your left, I wish we could stop and take a walk in the fields...</div>
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LA is spending hours in the car. LA is taking the car to go to uni, taking the car to go to work, taking the car to visit a friend, taking the car to see your son, taking the car to get the groceries, taking the car to go to the mall, taking the car to get an icecream from the cornershop.</div>
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LA is leaving an airconditioned house, getting into an airconditioned car, going to an airconditioned mall before arriving in an airconditioned office.</div>
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LA is a tiny city centre, square kilometres of suburbs, endless highways.</div>
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LA is the Grandparents' neighbourhood. Doctors, lawyers, teachers. LA is La Puente or Santa Ana. Where per capita income is a third of the one in the Grandparents' city. Where you realise that just because you haven't seen any of the fat Americans everyone talks about in Europe in the city the Grandparents live in, doesn't exist mean they don't exist. They do. Perhaps not in the Grandparents' part of town, but there where it's not four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms, but a one-storey small house with a flat roof and loads of junk in the front yard and a fence that could really do with some mending.</div>
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LA is the mechanic who comes to your house to fix the car. Who is hardly older than you are, works seven hours in the burning afternoon sun and when you get him an icecold coke gives you a big smile revealing the huge gap in his front teeth. LA is the old woman with greyish-blonde hair, a face aged by the sun and rotten teeth who sells you an icecream in Disneyland. </div>
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LA is the villa of a US South Asian family in one of the better parts of town you visit, six bedrooms, five bathrooms, three living rooms, where you sit in the midst of golden picture frames of the son who graduated with an-MBA-mashaallah, the parents years ago on their wedding day, the whole family posing and smiling to the camera, thick, fluffy carpets under your feet, where you are being served chilled apple juice, shami kebabs and green apple slices with red chilli sprinkled over them, while the daughter who is mentally handicapped and writes poetry makes chocolate-chip cookies for you.</div>
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LA is driving in the car with two young <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desi">Desi</a> Americans, who have only ever been to South Asia once or twice and discussing with them the differences between here and there, how we see them, how they see us, how others see us and them and everyone, talking about politics and culture and history and food. </div>
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LA is the Grandparents' house. Grandma, Grandpa and the uncles you love <i>Lieschen </i>and will miss her when she is going to leave again.<br />
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-74446634815724818562014-04-29T11:30:00.000+02:002014-04-30T13:01:55.205+02:00America is...<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>Californian diary, part 3 (<a href="http://und-das-meint-lieselotte.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-journey.html">part 1</a>, <a href="http://und-das-meint-lieselotte.blogspot.com/2014/04/palestine-in-california.html">part 2</a>)</i></div>
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America is very big. </div>
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"Everyzing is verry big in zis countrry", said my father jokingly, mocking a typical German accent, after I told him about my first visit to the US two years ago. Yes, everything is very big in this country.</div>
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Big cities, vast landscapes, a country that covers half a continent. Six different timezones. Six-lane highways. In each direction. </div>
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Icecream scoops big enough to feed two. When in doubt, always ask for the kids portion. Never order anything large. The American small is the European big-enough.</div>
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Two kilogram yoghurt pots, four litre milk bottles. Microwaves, ovens, dustbins three times the size of their European equivalents. A fridge as big as my bathroom.</div>
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A bag of chocolates weighing as much as five German chocolate bars for <i>Lieschen</i>.</div>
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Large, not to say fat, people. A huge American flag flapping in the wind. America is big.</div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-72278031454450320602014-04-24T14:16:00.000+02:002014-04-30T13:02:19.044+02:00Palestine in California<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>Californian diary, part 2 (<a href="http://und-das-meint-lieselotte.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-journey.html">part 1</a>)</i></div>
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As soon as we enter the shop, it smells like Palestine. It must be some of the spices, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Za%27atar">zaatar</a> perhaps? it's been some time, crazy how odours can take you back to a place thousands of miles away. It smells like <i>zaatar</i>, the butcher behind the meat corner in the back of the shop speaks with an Arab accent and in the background some young Arab woman sings a catchy pop tune on the radio. A little bit of Palestine in California. It's hot outside on the street, April in LA is like August in London, but cool inside the shop, thank God for ACs.</div>
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Fresh oranges (60 cent the kilogram ... this is California, baby!), bananas, apples, eggplants, tomatoes, cucumbers, bundles of cilandro, basil and dill are piled up to your right. Deep-frozen meat and sausages, all halal, in the huge freezers to your left. Colourful hijabs and abayahs in one corner; the exact same kind of biscuits my friend from Gaza would have for breakfast in Ramallah in another. Two oversized Easter bunnies look down on us customers from the top of one of the huge shelves. There is one aisle with South Asian spices and specialities and one with Turkish delicatessen, to cater to all those who are <i>kind of from that same corner of the world.</i><br />
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Living in the Southwest of the US of A, in an air-conditioned beige house with a car and a garage in the front and the small garden in the back that no-one ever uses anyway. Living in the Southwest of the US of A, buying a little bit of home. Or what used to be home. Or what used to be my parents' home. Because I have only ever been to Palestine once and when I walked over <i>al-Manara</i> in my baggy jeans they called me <i>al-Amreeki.</i><br />
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-42918422180082169582014-04-22T10:36:00.000+02:002014-08-28T16:07:44.532+02:00The journey<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<i>Californian diary, part 1</i></div>
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When my 100-year-old grandmother's uncle left for the US some time in the late 19th or early 20th century, it was the last time he saw his parents. Letters took weeks, if not months, visits were not really an option.</div>
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Today we hop on a plane (ok, one bus, one coach, two planes, and a car) ... and 24 hours later, instead of rainy England we're in sunny California.</div>
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Waiting to board the plane in London-Heathrow. A group of loud, bored, fat, white, inconsiderate teenagers walk by. Everything I hate about America. Oh no, we're going to the US... Boarding the plane. Blonde stewardess with red lipstick and a huge smile. Friendly welcome, a wink to <i>Lieschen</i>. She has the same accent as my American friend <i>Mary</i>. Who studied in four universities and speaks five languages. Everything I love about America. Yay, we're going to the US...!</div>
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On the plane. Indians to my left, Indians to my right. Germans in the row in front of us. French in the aisle. God-another-seven-hours-on-this-plane conversations with a drunk Scot who hates extremists but doesn't mind Muslims and an Englishman who lives in the States. Discussions about Scottish independence (yes or no), Germans in the UK (us) and Brits in the US (them), South Asian (me) and American (him) spouses. About kids. That grow up somewhere in between.<br />
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Landing. Queues. Security. Border agency guys who all have the same strange humour. PhD student from England, originally from Germany, exams coming up in May, right answers, passport stamped, you're in.<br />
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Relief. Not that there was any reason, but I'm worried every time. And think of those who didn't make it. <br />
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Nina was sent back. Housewife from Romania, going to join husband from Nigeria, no good enough reasons to go back, wrong answers, out.<br />
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And that's just us, who can afford a plane ticket, not one of the thousands who try to climb fences, outsmart guards, brave the desert sun... <br />
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Dallas. Texas. Yeehaw!</div>
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Tired. Late night here, early morning there. Yet another plane. Couple of more hours.</div>
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LA. Hello Golden State. Hello US.</div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-83308618631602658902014-04-05T17:33:00.000+02:002014-04-05T17:35:27.341+02:00Wir müssen schreien, sonst hört man uns nicht<div style="text-align: center;">
Frauenwiderstand in der DDR der 1980er Jahre </div>
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<i>1. April 2014 bis 31. Mai 2014 </i></div>
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<i>Montag bis Freitag, 9 bis 20 Uhr </i></div>
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<i>Reformhaus Halle (Treppenhaus), Große Klausstraße 11, Halle (Saale)</i></div>
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"Die Plakatausstellung zum Frauenwiderstand in der DDR erzählt „eine
Geschichte vom Sprechen lernen, Verantwortung übernehmen, von
Solidarität und der Verteidigung der Menschenwürde in einer
Gesellschaft, die von Willkür und Lüge beherrscht wurde“. So beschrieb
Bärbel Bohley im Rückblick eine Widerstandsgeschichte, die vor nunmehr
dreißig Jahren begann." </div>
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Mehr? <a href="http://www.friedenskreis-halle.de/aktuelles/meldungen/545-ausstellung-im-reformhaus-wir-muessen-schreien-sonst-hoert-man-uns-nicht-frauenwiderstand-in-der-ddr-der-1980er-jahre.html">Hier. </a></div>
Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-3382674064630898912014-03-19T23:08:00.001+01:002014-04-05T17:29:16.847+02:00Event: Tackling exclusion in Muslim communities<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">"Friday 21 Mar 2014, 18:45 - 20:30 </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Abrar House, 45 Crawford Place, W1H 4LP </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Event Details:</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">It is common to observe that exclusion and discrimination occurs at
every level of society, on grounds of race, gender, ethnicity,
sexuality, class, politics, age, and more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But how far are British Muslims prepared to address exclusion within
our communities and our institutions? Who is being excluded directly or
indirectly, ignored and rendered invisible, their concerns unrecognised
let alone addressed?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Are we prepared to go beyond our comfort zones to make our
institutions more inclusive, welcoming, and reflective of how our
communities are today? Join us for a frank discussion of these issues
and how we as a faith community might go about tackling them."</span></div>
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Event details: <a href="http://www.thecitycircle.com/future-events/tackling-exclusion-in-muslim-communities">here</a>.</div>
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Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233584778958421177.post-5504739701977233292014-02-27T11:49:00.000+01:002014-02-27T12:00:11.318+01:00I will complain<div style="text-align: right;">
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<em>"Beware! Whoever is cruel and hard on a non-Muslim minority, curtails their rights, burdens them with more than they can bear, or takes anything from them against their free will; I will complain against the person on the Day of Judgment.”</em> </div>
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Muhammad, Peace be upon him (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abu_Dawood">Abu Dawud</a>)Lieselottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00376155797177069899noreply@blogger.com0