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The Mujahada in Prada

Sunday, December 5, 2010


aSalaam uAlaikum and Good Afternoon My Stylish Sisters!

Today I am having a 100% laaazzzyyyy day.  It's not often that I put my foot down, take a stand, and say "No! I'm not going to do dishes, I'm not going to wash clothes, and I'm not going to cook!"  Okay, okay, actually I did do the dishes....but other than that I am determined to spend my day playing with my daughter, watching movies, and snacking on more Danish Butter Cookies than could possibly be healthy.

Last night my husband came home with a new toy for the household, which inspired my lazy day today.  A brand new, internet ready, blue-ray DVD player!  I am not one to rave about technology...when it comes to cell phones as long as I can dial a call I'm happy, and when it comes to TV's I'm usually completely satisfied as long as it's not black and white.

BUT I do have to say I am soooo impressed with this nifty, tiny little box that sits under my TV and magically delivers Netflix, Pandora music, and even Facebook into my living room.  I'm in the middle of watching a movie called "Sabah" about a Muslim woman living in Toronto, Canada who falls in love with a non-Arab, Christian man.

Although I have to admit the movie is entertaining and pretty amusing, I can't help but to keep thinking "Ya Haraam!" every two minutes.  After Sabah has felt stifled by her controlling brother, and total responsibility for her mother for too long, she begins sneaking to the local swimming pool.  These escapades lead her to a meeting with Stephen, and gradually as her love for him grows, her dedication to follow Islam diminishes.

What bothers me the most is that every Islamic guideline that she follows at the start of the movie is somehow shown to be a horrible, unfair restriction on an oppressed woman.  This same attitude is flashed across the TV every evening on the news, and splashed across the front page of the paper almost every day.  The blessings of security, honor, and having a supportive family is turned around into boredom, dowdy-ness, and overbearing relatives. 

Although at the beginning Sabah struggles between her desire to follow her heart, but her sense of responsibility to her family, and her dedication to Islam, she witnesses someone close to her committing an even greater sin than she.  It is almost as if she feels reassured that if this other person can commit something sooo haraam, that perhaps what she is doing is not quite as bad as she thought.  I can't help but think this is often so relevant to all of us.  Although it may be hard to admit, I'm sure we have all been in the position where we felt truly guilty about something we were doing, until we saw someone doing something even worse.  This is an easy trap to fall into...and a very hard one to climb out of.

The funny thing matter how many times I sit here and tell myself I can't bear to watch another minute, I don't want to miss seeing how it ends LOL.  So...I will make the selfless sacrifice to my stylish sisters, and take it upon myself to watch it until the end so as to save all of you from the same fate.  Or...if you insist on watching it, go ahead...but don't forget to leave me a comment and let me know what YOU thought of it!

Ma'Salaama and Happy Lazy Days!

Fashionably Yours,
The (aren't those little pretzel shaped Danish cookies DELICIOUS??) Mujahada in Prada