Reflections on the MLT Conference, Copenhagen
You get the gist – post 9/11, Muslims under the microscope, need to address the Muslim identity and integration “crisis”, organise meetings and seminars to tell everyone that “Islam is Peace” for the 453rd time, celebrate diversity and tolerance, and basically try and show the entire world what Islam would be like if the Muslims could ever actually get round to practising it.
Oh and hold a few more expensive conferences just to re-emphasise the whole thing just in case anyone missed the previous one last week. But hey, when there’s so much American cash plus Saudi ‘guilt
donations’ flying about exactly for that reason, then why not right?
So that is what gathered a hundred odd Muslims in the loosest possible definition of the word (trust me, that is no exaggeration as many of the attendees themselves will no doubt admit) in Denmark a few days back: The
‘Muslim’ Laddoos of Tomorrow Conference.
Actually, maybe a
Laddoo is the wrong kind of sweet to use seeing they are so nice and uniform in appearance and nice and uniform throughout, sweet tasting all the way with no real surprises. No, indeed Mas’ud had a much more fitting conclusion to the event – the actual MLT cake itself: nice to look at, sweet in places, a rather disappointing fringe element with a strange (and ultimately) nutty conclusion deep inside.
Hmm.
I must say it was a chastening experience, both valuable and eye-opening. I am grateful to have met so many interesting and diverse people, all who at least claim to have submission to Allah (“Islam”) as something particularly in common – ok, our friend
Mona ElTahawy had some interesting variations to this understanding, blaming her stay in Saudi Arabia on her bizarre take of the
Shahādah, but then
Yasir Qadhi claimed that Saudi helped develop
his take on the
Shahādah, on their
same flight down from the States no less. Come on guys, something’s going to have to give here.
So what else went on there?
Ilhām. Nice word isn’t it? I didn’t think that you could play around with that word, although
Ani seems to have found an interesting use for it.
Used in its more conventional sense, it was no doubt the name of an Italian attendee but more fittingly, it seems that Anas was holding a monopoly on the concept every time he talked masha’Allah. Have you ever witnessed a more serene, complete and devastating deconstruction of
kufr than when the
barakah of the
Nawawiyyah was flowing? Simply stunning.
‘And it don’t stop.’ (in my best Brooklyn…) If the Nawawi
barādari wasn’t content on dealing with things at a whisper, then there was always that other screaming maniac to fall back on. Shaykh
Azhar Usman, most befitting of the title than any of us, showed all the Imams how futile their attempts were in three days by bettering all their work in 3 minutes.
Laugh little, for it brings too much light to the heart.
Which reminds me Ya Billy Boy Azhar, revenge will be sweet next time. As for
Keica Ali, then I think she can already claim that I have been at her feet albeit for 10 seconds to write down my details at breakfast. But my promise stands – I’ll be at those feet for much longer as a
Mustafti if God willing, you qualify in
Iftā’. Until then of course, Irshad can keep giving us new
fatwas to help us solve the rather serious problem we obviously seem to have: no
usūl, no
fiqh, no scholars, no tradition, no standards, no ethics, no Qur’an, no…
But
Idhlal, let me please thank you in advance for quite simply the greatest photo of all time in the scheme of things (have patience children for indeed all
incredible things come to those who wait...). We do some serious
photos exclusives on this blog
bakwas but this one will top them all – and you guys thought that the only Twin Towers to fall used to be in Manhattan.
Daisy, I await your files and I promise that legendary status awaits you…
And don’t read too much into that, which means you of course Mona – I know I’m sick to the death of all this integration rhetoric and hence would like to promote a ‘disintegration’ policy, but I’m not quite ready to blow myself into pieces just yet
despite what you and your
colleagues might believe…
;-)
But back to Imam issues; I find leading the prayer and giving the
khutbah far too much responsibility for a
full-time profession yet it seems that Imam
Tahir Anwar seems to be pulling it off ok. Do you really have a number plate called “The Imam”? That kind of thing costs serious
paisa down our parts but I wonder if my congregation would allow me to get with away such
dunyai behaviour…or the collecting of fridge magnets of all the destinations I visit…or all the…actually I don’t want you to think that he’s not the
bazurg masha’Allah kinda guy that he is - that’s “holy” to all you Arabs and not Picard’s sworn enemy.
I was also honoured to hear the clarity of Reza’s
thoughts (isn't Google just
so useful?) during the weekend, the stunning poetry of
Su'ad (please send me the hilarious yet poignant poem from Sunday so I can share it with everyone), to have met some of the team behind the
MuslimYouth.Net website which is something we all really need to support much more, to meet the excellent Daanish who sorted out the football in the main hall as well as just about everything else, to meet the wonderful Imam Yahya
Pallavicini (who now needs to go and teach
Materazzi what an Islamic terrorist is no doubt) and our other immensely talented European brothers and sisters who spoke such wonderful English and shamed us Anglophiles as usual – next time it should be in French or Arabic even to see how we get on. And talking about the French but is it just me who believes that Zidane’s wonderful
headbutt – sorry, shocking
haram act of terrorism - summed up the conclusion to our gathering or am I being too pessimistic?
Sure, there were a few crazy things going on and many low points, especially as a Brit. I can’t believe that at a conference held in Europe, there were just so many Yanks! It is part and parcel of being British to moan about American hegemony, regardless of whether there may be good in it or its Islamic etc. It’s the principle you see.
Oh and you might have to excuse me now as it’s time to pray – this isn’t Denmark you know. That’s not even a bad joke by the way. Yesterday I had to be reminded to re-programme my day back into one which revolves around the prayer as opposed to revolving around
ma‘siyah.
I forgot about Denmark: wide roads, clean-ish, loads of bikes, takes ages to cross the road and no where to eat. But hey, plenty of lovely pastries. Just stick to where you at folks.
But actually I can honestly say that I return having gained much: I have never felt so glad to see our Masjid again. It was great to see the basic
nās again. It was great to see the
miskeena wife again. It was great to see my books again. It was great to see the Qur’an again. Hey man, it was just great to return back to the
Khilāfah that is the Blighty.
I can’t conclude a review without my apologies can I? Firstly, I wish to apologise to Hisham who thought I was quite difficult as an audience member. I must agree. I’d find
myself quite difficult as an audience member where a panel were chatting ‘pure breeze’ but put it this way, it could have been worse: it could have been me on the Panel or even worse, moderating. And you thought that Aftab went on…
Who else do I need to apologise to? Am I being too arrogant or am I right in believing that I was pretty sound otherwise?
:-)
As for something tangible about the conference itself then one of the journalists there dug up an old
article (well, 5-minute reaction piece would have been more accurate) from a year back on the 7/7 bombings to use in some piece today. After reading it again a year on, and in light of the continuing insanity of terrorism as seen today in India, it’s interesting to read some of the vitriol found in the comments back then which maybe illustrates that although perhaps on the decrease here in the West, it still has a long way to go in actually permeating the Muslim countries in the rest of the World.
Finally, with reference to some of the attendees
sincerely enquiring about my 'positions' and where I stood ‘on the line’ and all that in-fashion 'label'
bakwas due to my late arrival (and missing the all-important “coming-out” session), especially the young lady with the hat more suited to Ladies Day at Ascot, then let me say this then as per MLT definitions: Sunni neo-con, part-time Imam and Khatib, taught by Salafi and Sufi teachers over the last ten years, Brit-Pak Muslim.
All of which means I end up a Salafi-Sufi right? Or a
Salufi?
Or just
Silly?
;-)
I end with this: since
inna’l-hasanāt yudhibna’l-sayyi’āt, then I calculate we need to pray 7522 rakats of
nafl to make up for the weekend.
Sigh.