Where is my Islam? The identity crisis of 21st century Muslims
My most treasured childhood memories are colored by beauty associated with what Islam was in the society that I was born in and raised.
One vivid memory of this childhood involves regularly sitting on the edge of my father's prayer mat, made from goat-skin that became supple over years of usage in nomadic hamlets in central Somalia.
I can still feel the texture and smell of the hide, though my father passed on over 30 years ago. My father and his three brothers were Koranic teachers in central Somalia, traveling from hamlet to hamlet, teaching children, mostly boys, to memorize the Koran, and often returning with goats that were given them as payment for their labor.… Seguir leyendo »