‘Phobia‘ is defined as “… an excessive and irrational fear of a specific object, activity or situation” There are so many phobia in America, from the mundane phobia of Olive pits, Fruit seeds, to the feral of foreigners, and natives but clearly the most severe case of phobia in America is Islamophobia and the irrational fear of Islamic Sharia.
‘Sharia‘ is an Arabic word meaning a straight path to follow. According to Dr. Asifa Quraishi-LandesSharia is a general legal framework, “… not a book of status or judicial precedent imposed by a government, and it’s not a set of regulations adjudicated in court.” So many Americans are fearful of Islamic Sharia, which is just a set of general rules that aren’t even imposed by anyone here, though there are anti Sharia laws in ten states in America.
Muslims Celebrated the Super Eid at US Bank Football Stadium (Video)
On a beautiful, chilly August morning, thousands of Muslims here in Minnesota headed to, of all places, the US Bank football stadium. There they gathered in the tens of thousands to celebrate what was coined as “Super” Eid. The Eid al Adha (feast of sacrifice) commemorates the story of Abraham and his son Ishmael (let us not get picky on which son), who was to be sacrificed until God replaced him with a sheep. On this celebratory day, thousands of Muslims descended from everywhere by cars, buses, light rail, even on foot, dressed in their colorful cloths unapologetically celebrating their traditions and costumes.
Some people start their morning facing hard questions such as ‘what breakfast or coffee will I have?’ and ‘what shoe or shirt should I wear?’. Every morning however I wake up and ask myself, ‘who am I?’, ‘what identity am I wearing today?’. A time of anguish and doubt, an identity crisis in the making, my identity keeps on forming, evolving and regressing and is questioned every day.
When I left Egypt more than 30 years ago, I was a disgruntled, confused Egyptian, an Arab Muslim who was shopping around for a better life and better identity. Living 25 years of my life under a despotic dictatorship in Egypt, my personal identity was as a proud Egyptian; Arab or Muslim. That didn’t work well for me though, and defeat after defeat I left for America and escaped to a faraway place, a place that is as glamorous as their movies and seducing as their bottles of Coca-Cola.