Langsung ke konten utama

Shamima Lone stands with her mother at Miss Crab on Ponsonby Rd in Auckland, New Zealand. It is one week after the Christchurch terror attack. Later it would be confirmed 51 men, women and children were shot dead as they prayed on Al-Jumah, meaning the day of congregation, and Friday in Arabic. For Muslims, it is a holy day.  The shooter would become the first person ever to go to prison for life in New Zealand, without parole. He will not be named here, but it is clear he picked that day with hate in mind; streaming the shooting live on Facebook. The youngest shot, just three-years-old.  In Auckland, encompassed in the shell-shock from New Zealand’s southern island, women of all ethnicities sort fashion to show solidarity with New Zealand’s Islamic community. Worldwide, Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern received criticism and praise for putting on a headscarf. At Miss Crab, Shamima was part of a team put together by The Love Movement, an Auckland based fundraising organisation that aids communities hit by devastating events like the shooting or the Indonesian earthquakes.   On their event page, they wrote, “Our Muslim sisters have spoken to us of the discrimination they still face while wearing a hijab and the elevated fear they have been experiencing simply leaving the house with their hair covered.. In abundance, Shamima, her mother and women from the Auckland Muslim community donated scarves to the cause. Something special Shamima’s mum was able to gift women who came to the #headscarfsforharmony event, was the knowledge of Noor. Meaning ‘the light’, it is said to be the glow that radiates from the face when a woman wears a hijab.  Shamima’s sister-in-law, Rebekah Bristow said at Miss Crab, “For Shamima, when she’s wearing a headscarf or a hijab, she’s had a lot of racist remarks and been discriminated against. “It’s important for us non-Muslim white women to really acknowledge the ease at which we can wear this,” Rebekah said. Rebekah Bristow and Shamima Lone, Miss Crab Ponsonby, March 2018It is March 2018, New Zealand’s staunch attitude that “racism does not exist here” is about to be exposed for the lie it is. So violent in its silence, racist people here, will smile in your face while they insult you, these are the type of scenarios Shamima has lived through. Born in Auckland, at 38, these days she does not wear a hijab unless it is to a funeral. “I wore a hijab from 14 to when I got married at 22, then after I got divorced I transitioned out of it wearing hats and stuff like that. “I just wanted to experience a different kind of experience. Back in those days, as soon as someone non-Muslim meets you, that’s all they want to know about you. The conversation is never around anything other than your religion or headscarf, you’re just so absolutely seen as that person. “Auckland uni can be quite isolating, you just go to classes with 100s of people and you don’t get to chill with anyone. I’d catch my bus from Queen St. People would just come up and scream shit at me at the university, like terrorist or whatever. It was so hard.” “Yeah, it was a very depressing period of my life.” Just before Covid-19 2020, Shamima married a Kiwi. He understood for Shamima to stay connected to her family, he’d need to convert to Islam, so he did. Shamima says for people of the Islamic faith, dating in New Zealand is a tricky ground. “You know you can’t date anyone, or hold hands with someone,” she said. “Growing up you’d have to date very respectful people who would try and understand where you’re coming from because I’m not trying to offend that person, I’m trying not to get in trouble with my family.” “We talked about it a lot, getting married would have to be in a way that my family would accept it because I thought about what it would be like if they were not to accept it and how I would be outcast and lose t

Komentar

Postingan populer dari blog ini

Longlisted for CBC’s Nonfiction Prize, 2019 A man once glanced down at my friend’s little girls and he said, “So beautiful! Will they have to cover up like you when they’re older? Such a shame.” My friend glared at the man and said, “Of course” and guided her children away from the sympathetic shake of his head.  A little girl at the park came up to me and asked, “Do you get hot in that thing?” referring to my headscarf and I smiled because I had caught her staring earlier and I said, “No, not really!” And she just nodded and looked some more so I added, “It’s a light material, see? Very breezy” and I guess she was relieved because she nodded again and smiled and skipped back to her friends. After that I used the end of my scarf to wipe my sweaty forehead because damn, did I get hot in this thing.  The interviewer at the internship I was applying to looked me up and down, nodded towards me and said, “We love to have people from all types of backgrounds. It’s good to see diversity in the workplace,” ultimately telling me that I was hired because I was different and so when I sat at my desk a week later with the other interns I wondered what I was doing sitting there with qualified hires with more experience than me. A lanky boy with clunky glasses at a summer camp I volunteered at argued with a chubby-cheeked kid and said, “No, my dad says that not all Muslims are terrorists!” and the cheeky boy replied, “Well my mom said they are” and then they both turned to me and asked, “Excuse me, are all Muslims terrorists?” as politely as you please and I hesitated as I looked for the words to speak on behalf of a nation and I said, “No, not all Muslims are terrorists. There are good people and bad people in the world. Sometimes they happen to have a certain religion.” The chubby kid nodded convinced and the skinny boy pushed up his glasses and said, “Told you,” and they went back to their table and took out their lunch while I held back a laugh that bubbled over my sadness because if only people worked more like children. The white haired man throwing disapproving glances from the other side of the bus scowled when I reached too late for the yellow line that signalled a stop. The bus jerked and I nearly tripped and he spewed curse words under his breath. And as I thanked the bus driver and stepped out into the snow, my chest tightened in anger and fear as I wondered if those words were directed at me specifically or if they were the mutters of a grumpy old man who lost his trust in a world so different than the one he knew. A fellow traveller waiting in line to wash dishes at a campsite in Vancouver grinned at me and asked, “Where you from?” and I replied, “Toronto.” She paused for a moment, hesitance playing on her parted lips and I knew what was coming next. “But what’s your background?” she asked and I sighed and recited the words I had memorized for these moments when I was asked to repeat my family’s history claiming my right to be here. And then without feeling the need to do the same, the lady with her arms full of dishes smiled, nodded and turned on the tap in the sink. My reflection stared back at me in the mirror as I leaned against the counter in the women’s restroom, exhausted and perplexed. She stared with red rimmed eyes as I unwrapped my scarf and let it slide off my head, my matted hair let loose. The girl in the mirror said to me, “What if you walked out, just like that?” and I glanced at the door and back at the mirror and I thought how easy would it be with the weight lifted of my shoulders, to walk in a crowd blended in, to be looked at in a way completely opposite of how I was usually noticed? I ran a hand through my hair and my arms trembled and inside I was so tired, so tired. And the girl in the mirror looked at me, taunting, “It would be so easy, so easy.” Then I stood up straight and I opened my mouth and I s

 The 10 grant-aided schools in Ilorin, the capital of Kwara State, are to remain shut pending announcement of the state government’s position on the use of the Muslim head covering (hijab) in the schools. “This is to avert any breakdown of law and order while the government concludes consultations with relevant stakeholders. Members of the public are urged to remain calm and peaceful. Official pronouncement of government’s position is likely this week,” according to a statement by the Secretary to the Kwara State Government Prof. Mamma Saba Jibril. “The government urges parents, officials and authorities at the affected schools to maintain peace and avoid making comments or doing anything that could cause further misunderstanding and heat up the polity.”