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Far Away [Part 14] – The Tournament

Muslim Matters - 24 May, 2026 - 20:34

At a brutal martial arts tournament, Darius struggles with the intoxicating glory and the dangerous darkness of violence.

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Halfway Civilized

The morning of the tournament I woke before dawn in my corner beneath the bridge, my body wrapped in two wool blankets, my back pressed against the cold stones of the ancient bridge. As always, my hand went to my back, confirming that my dao was still there. As for my belongings, everything I owned was in my travel pack, which was under the blanket with me, tucked against my belly like a cat.

Not ten paces away, a cargo ship slipped by in the darkness. Two silhouetted men stood silently in the pilot house, then were gone, passing out of my view. Lives that I would never know about. Only Allah knew them all, subhanahu. Waves lapped against the river’s stone embankment. A family of rats scurried past, seeking their morning meal, and a cat came out of the darkness as quietly as a fish, stalking the rodents. One of them would be his breakfast.

Today mattered. I did not fully understand why, only that it did.

Among the bridge dwellers was a young woman named Teardrop who watched people’s belongings for a small fee. I left my pack and blankets with her and went to Salat al-Fajr, and after that to a barber for the first time in my life. The old barber clucked disapprovingly at the state of my hair before taking shears to it. Long black strands fell around me in heaps while customers drank tea and argued about politics and grain prices. When he finished, my hair no longer hung down my back but rested near my ears, neat and light.

“You look halfway civilized,” the barber declared.

I walked to the tournament grounds. Along the way I stopped at a general store and bought a pair of black cloth shoes with padded soles that gripped the ground silently.

Archery and Comedy

The city square had been transformed overnight. Great red banners fluttered from poles surrounding a massive raised platform built of dark wood. Musicians played drums and flutes while vendors shouted over one another, selling roasted chestnuts, noodles, sweet buns and tea. Thousands of spectators crowded the square and surrounding rooftops, packed shoulder to shoulder beneath colorful awnings.

I had never seen so many people gathered in one place.

They began with the archery competition, which proved surprisingly entertaining. Targets were set at varying distances, some stationary and others swinging from ropes in the breeze. Most competitors were men, but women participated as well, drawing loud cheers whenever they struck the bullseye. One elderly archer split his own arrow cleanly in half, eliciting gasps from the audience. Another competitor attempted a flashy trick shot while spinning and accidentally loosed his arrow into a cabbage vendor’s stall, causing a riot of laughter and furious shouting.

The clear favorite, however, was a teenage girl named Deng Weili. Calm and expressionless, she struck the center of the target again and again with almost eerie precision, as though the arrows were simply returning home.

When it came to the open sparring event, there were many more competitors than I expected, most of them older than me. Many clearly belonged to established schools. Some wore matching uniforms with embroidered symbols on the chest. Others carried expensive training weapons polished to mirror brightness. Some eyed me curiously. Others ignored me entirely.

I knew I would not win. I was here for the experience, and perhaps to sharpen my skills for next time.

One man laughed openly when he saw my plain tunic and dockworker’s trousers. “Which school are you from?” he asked mockingly.

“The school of the docks,” I replied.

Shah Suliman was there as a judge, but the tournament manager was a thick-bodied, ruddy faced man they called Sergeant Karim, who looked like he could lift a young bull. I left my dao with him for safekeeping.

Bridge Boy!

The sparring contests were simple. Victory came by rendering the opponent unconscious or forcing him to submit, whether by strikes, throws or chokes. Strikes to the eyes, throat, groin and back of head were forbidden. One loss, and you were out. Because of the multitude of competitors, a participant would have to fight and win multiple rounds to win the competition. At least six, maybe more. Six fights in a single day. That was crazy.

When my turn came, I removed my boots and slipped on the cotton kung fu shoes. My first opponent was broad shouldered and aggressive. He rushed me recklessly the instant the signal drum sounded. He snarled as if he genuinely wanted to kill me, and indeed his first blow was a massive overhand punch thrown with everything he had. If it connected, it might kill me. This was street fighting, not martial arts. Luckily for me, I was skilled at both. I ducked under the punch, seized his sleeve and belt, and threw him cleanly off his feet. He struck the platform hard enough to shake the stage, and my own palm strike was an instant behind, driving into his chin and knocking him out cold. The match had lasted perhaps three heartbeats.

I stood back, thinking, “What was that about?” The man had seemed to genuinely hate me.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then roared. I heard some chanting, “Bridge Boy!” I rolled my eyes. That was not really how I wanted to be known.

I dismounted the stage as others took their turns. This would take all day, but I didn’t mind. I watched the other matches with great interest. There were so many different styles of fighting. The one common factor was that they fought ferociously. No one ever submitted, even when being choked, or when a limb was about to break.

I turned to a man beside me, an elderly fellow munching a corn on the cob. “Why do they fight so hard?”

He eyed me incredulously. “Aren’t you a competitor? Silly boy, you don’t know what you got yourself into. Five Star guards are exempt from military service. They are fighting for their lives.”

Sifu Lu

One fighter impressed me deeply. He was older, perhaps in his thirties, with powerful shoulders and calm eyes. His braided queue hung nearly to his waist, and unlike the others he showed his opponent respect immediately, bowing deeply before the match began. When the fight began his hands and feet flashed. He had his opponent on the ground in almost no time. He was clearly a martial arts master. He cranked the opponent’s meaty arm behind his back, threatening to tear the shoulder. When the man did not submit, however, the master switched to an arm triangle choke, and rendered the man unconscious in seconds.

I understood. He hadn’t wanted to break the man’s arm, even though it would have won him the match; so he’d switched to a less damaging option. It was an expression of weakness, but at the same time a sign of great confidence and compassion. I was moved by that. But I could not force the thought to coalesce into anything more concrete.

People chanted the master’s name: “Sifu Lu! Sifu Lu!” I realized I had heard his name before, in the form of comments like, “Don’t mess with Sifu Lu’s students, they’ll wreck you.” And, “I wish I could afford to study with Sifu Lu.”

My second opponent threw a high kick to my head, slipped on a splash of blood left behind by previous fighters, and struck the back of his head on the stage, knocking himself out. The crowd laughed uproariously. After that, the tournament organizers sent cleaners up to mop the stage regularly.

My third and fourth opponents were inconsequential youths hardly older than me. They wore black sashes from a local school, indicating mastery, but I finished them quickly. One wept afterward, saying that he didn’t want to go to the army. I thought I should feel sympathy, but my heart plodded along undisturbed. No one wanted to go to the army, but my own father had volunteered and died. Such is life.

I didn’t feel good about these fights. These competitors were not at my level. The violence felt pointless.

Emotional Exhaustion

Chewing on my upper life, I watched the others. Sifu Lu defeated his opponents as quickly as I had mine, and with more finesse. With his physique, focus and powerful movement, he reminded me of a lion. Actually, he reminded me of my father. I stayed close to the stage, because people pressed forward, wanting to talk to me. Many women seemed to want simply to touch me. But the event had guards around the stage, and they held the crowd back.

The crowd chanted the names of the top fighters. Sifu Lu! Rhino! Thunderfoot! Bridge Boy!

Many fighters were carried out on stretchers. Even some winners were unable to continue to the next round. Occasionally I found myself diagnosing their injuries, and thinking of what balms I would use to treat them, and how I would splint their limbs. Whenever I caught myself doing that I clucked my tongue in annoyance.

My fifth opponent was Thunderfoot. He was in his mid twenties and flexible, and from the start he nailed me with a whiplike kick to my chest that lifted me off my feet. Rather than pouncing, he waited for me to stand. His feet darted and flew. I tried slipping into River Flow, but it eluded me. My mind was foggy, my emotions turbulent. Maybe I didn’t know for sure why I was doing this. Maybe, even with all these people cheering for me, I was lonely. A moment of emotional exhaustion hit, and I dropped my arms. I stood straight, with my hands at my sides. Thunderfoot thought I was taunting him. His eyes blazed, and he leaped into a flying kick. Idly, I caught the kicking leg under my arm and threw him down hard. He rolled to his knees and elbows, winded. I slipped an arm under his neck and lazily choked him out.

“Bridge Boy!” they chanted. I waved a hand for them to stop that nonsense, but they thought I was asking for more, and chanted louder. I shook my head and exited the stage.

 

I realized that I was desperately hungry. I had not eaten anything all day. I bought a steamed bun and a bag of popcorn, drank coconut water, and waited for my next match. The food revived me physically, but emotionally I still felt disconnected from all this.

Eight men remained. My sixth opponent was Rhino. He was short and bulging with muscle, with a neck like a chimney. He was apparently the Deep Harbor grappling champion. When he saw an opening he dove for my legs. I sidestepped, but he caught my ankle and took me down. He sat atop me and drove his shoulder into my jaw, pinning me. The pain was intense. Yet I just lay there. I did not struggle. He drove a punch into my spleen, then gave me a blow to the top of the skull that made my ears ring. Stars swam before my eyes.

“Fight, damn you!” Rhino snarled. “Useless bridge trash.”

Rage rose inside me. No one treated me this way! I had grappling skills but it was not my area of expertise. I could not play Rhino’s game. I struck both his temples simultaneously, then clapped his ears. When he reared up in shock I bridged my hips, threw him off me, and followed with a massive knee strike to his liver. He groaned and rolled into a ball. The match was over.

What Your Father Taught You

Descending from the stage, I marched to the judging table and confronted Sergeant Karim. “Give me back my dao,” I said. “I quit.”

He stood, his black eyes concerned. “Are you injured?”

I looked away. “It’s not that. I just feel that this is pointless.”

“The prize is three gold coins. People are chanting your name.”

“No, they’re chanting nonsense. My name is Darius Lee.”

“Let me talk to him,” Shah Suliman said. He took my elbow, and pulled me aside. “What’s wrong? Are you scared?”

I snorted. The only thing that had ever scared me was the prospect of losing my family, and that had come to pass. Physical violence was nothing.

He studied me. “Who taught you to fight?”

“I told you last time. My father.”

“Show us what your father taught you. Honor him. Don’t hold back.”

The words echoed in my chest like a distant drum. I nodded. “Okay.”

I mounted the stage. My seventh opponent was a lithe striker with enlarged knuckles. His punches whistled past my ears.

I fell into River Flow, and the world went silent. I was not on a stage, performing for thousands. I was back on the run-down farm, practicing in the dirt with my father. He expected my utmost effort at all times, and would punish me if I held back. He showed no mercy, and expected none.

I had wanted to follow Sifu Lu’ s example and defeat my opponents non-violently, but that seemed silly now. Street fighting techniques forgotten, I embraced my roots: Five Animals. My opponent’s punch was surely fast, but in my eyes he moved like a sloth. I ducked a wide hook, then leaped into a backward somersault, in the process kicking the man beneath the chin. He came off the ground and flew clear off the stage. People screamed. The medics carried him away.

The Final Match

I stayed close to the stage and watched Sifu Lu defeat a huge man that I recognized as a dock worker, and who apparently had a background either as a soldier or a criminal, because he threw every blow as if he wanted to murder someone. Sifu Lu took a few hits, but put the man down.

This was it then. Me versus Sifu Lu for the win.

We were given ten minutes to rest. The crowd had grown, packing more people into a space I thought was already full. The ground was slippery with fruit peels and spit. I saw money passing hands as bookies took bets. Fights broke out between those who supported me – mostly impoverished dock workers – and the uniformed, merchant-class martial artists who supported Lu.

We were called up. I was still in River Flow. In my mind, my father was gone and I was a boy alone on the farm, with Lady Two and Far Away as companions. I practiced in the dirt as Far Away watched, throwing myself into it, my movements acrobatic and operatic. My chest ached and my jaw was sore – I might have cracked a tooth – but all that was nothing.

Sifu Lu – his face bruised, and favoring one leg – must have seen something of my state of mind, because I saw him swallow hard. He bowed to me, and I bowed back. Again the roar of the crowd faded. The pain in my jaw, my aching knuckles – all that disappeared. Lu launched a blindingly fast attack. I parried, sidestepped, and ducked. He could not touch me. He paused and stood back, reassessing. I saw the fine worry lines around his eyes, and the way his tongue flicked out to taste the blood on his lip. His limbs were powerful, his chest wide.

Again I dropped my hands and stood watching, not out of apathy this time, but curiosity. It was as if I were outside myself, watching.

Sifu Lu set his jaw and surged forward aggressively, committing to a heavy strike. I slipped the blow and stepped past him. Before he could recover I seized his long braided ponytail with both hands and yanked backward and down sharply. He crashed onto his back, and I kicked him in the jaw, knocking him out.

For half a second there was stunned silence. Then the square exploded with cheers. A healer rushed onto the stage and revived Sifu Lu. The master stood slowly and glared at me. “Dirty tactic,” he said.

Instead of replying, I gave a deep bow. “Master Lu,” I said. “It was an honor. You are a great fighter and a great man.”

His anger faded. He grinned and shook his head. “Come to my school sometime.” He held up a hand to forestall my reply. “As a teacher, not a student.”

An Exception to the Rules

The competition moved on to the weapons demonstrations.

Competitors performed spear routines, staff forms, paired sword sequences and elaborate flourishes meant to impress the judges and crowd alike.

I picked up my dao from Sergeant Karim. When I unsheathed it, he frowned immediately.

“You may not use a sharpened weapon,” he declared. “Training blades only.”

He pointed toward a rack of dulled practice weapons beside the stage.

“No,” I said calmly. “I know my dao. I have trained with it for years.”

“That is irrelevant.”

Before the argument could continue, Shah Suliman said, “We will make an exception this once.”

Sergeant Karim hesitated, clearly annoyed, then stepped aside. “If he cuts himself,” he said, “he loses automatically.”

Suliman nodded.

I stepped alone onto the platform. The square quieted. I knew what many of them were thinking. “The kid can fight, but is he any good with a sword?”

River Flow had still not left me. I closed my eyes briefly and breathed once. If the live blade would be used against me, then let me show the audience the true nature of my skill. I took two steps, pivoted rapidly and struck one of the narrow wooden pillars that held the awning above the stage. With a ringing sound, the blade cut cleanly through the wood. The awning tipped to one side, threatening to fall. People cried out in surprise. I faced the audience, the sword hanging at my side. Now they knew exactly what I wielded.

With that, I began to move. The blade whistled through the air in flashing arcs so fast that the audience gasped repeatedly. I flowed from Five Animals footwork into battlefield cuts my father had taught me, into improvised combinations born from thousands of hours of solo practice on my father’s farm and on Zihan Ma’s, and finally from the handful of deadly conflicts I’d been in. The edge passed so close to my own body at times that several spectators cried out in alarm.

When I finished, the square erupted into thunderous applause unlike anything I had ever experienced. People were standing now, shouting and stamping their feet against the wooden benches.

I stood breathing hard, sweat running down my neck, staring out over the sea of faces. River Flow left me, and I felt suddenly exhausted. All I wanted to do was sleep.

Disqualified

The judges withdrew for deliberation. It took a long time.

Finally the head judge handed a scroll to Sergeant Karim and he mounted the stage.

“The results are as follows,” he announced stiffly. “In the archery competition, the winner is Deng Weili.”

I smiled, remembering her. She deserved it.

“As for the sparring competition,” Karim went on, “competitor Darius Lee violated tournament rules by pulling an opponent’s hair. Sifu Lu is the winner. In the weapons demonstration, Darius Lee broke the rules by damaging the pillar. He is disqualified from that as well. Yu Dongyue is the winner.”

For a moment the square went completely silent. Then the crowd erupted in furious boos. Someone hurled a steamed bun at the judges. Others followed with nutshells, fruit peels and cups of tea. The judges recoiled while guards hurried forward uncertainly.

“Cowards!” someone shouted.

“He beat them fair!”

“Shame!”

The judges hastily retreated into a huddle while the crowd continued jeering loudly. I stood motionless below the platform, stunned. I had been so apathetic during the competition, but suddenly I wanted this. I’d fought and bled for it. I might even lose a tooth. I wanted something more than life under a bridge. I wanted this! And they’d taken it from me.

After several tense minutes the judges emerged again, visibly rattled. Sergeant Karim conferred with them, and returned to the stage. He cleared his throat nervously.

“After further discussion,” he announced, “the disqualification applies only to the sparring competition. Darius Lee remains the winner of the weapons demonstration.”

The crowd grumbled angrily but settled. Some even applauded again.

Master Lu, Deng Weili and myself mounted the stage. Suliman Shah hung medals around our necks, and gave each of us three gold coins. Master Lu took my hand and Weili’s and raised them in the air. Turning to me, he gave me a wink. I could not help smiling in return.

Offers, Legal and Not

Afterward several men approached me. One represented a wushu school and wanted to hire me to teach. Another offered underground matches, fighting for money. A third man, heavyset and richly dressed, asked bluntly whether I was interested in “more profitable opportunities.”

I knew exactly what he meant. Crime.

“No,” I told him.

Finally Shah Suliman approached. “On behalf of Five Star Trading Company, I extend to you an offer to train as a caravan guard. If you are hired full time, a salary offer will be made.”

“Didn’t you vote to disqualify me?”

“Rules are rules. But your skill is undeniable. I would have extended the offer anyway.”

“Alright. I accept.”

He gave me a slip of paper with an address on it. “Report tomorrow morning.”

“How about a ride home? I’m beat.”

Suliman nodded. “I can arrange that.”

On the way home, I stopped the wagon driver long enough to buy an entire basket of steamed beef buns. Back under the bridge, I distributed these among the river dwellers. Many of them had attended the tournament, and we sat in a big circle around a fire as they regaled the others with tales of my prowess. Teardrop smiled at me shyly, and a big veteran who went by Dragontop kept clapping me on the shoulder.

Later, under the blankets, I nursed my cracked tooth with my tongue and thought about the new life I would begin tomorrow. I wondered what Zihan Ma, Lee Ayi, Haaris, Far Away and Bao Bao were doing at that moment. Then I wondered if I would ever stop wondering that.

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Come back next week for Part 14 – Five Star Trading Company

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Know Where Your Charity Goes: A Guidebook by Tauqir Sharif for Muslim Givers this Dhul Hijjah

Muslim Matters - 24 May, 2026 - 17:00
Preface

The first time I held a dying child in my arms, something in me changed forever.

She was a little girl in Syria. The same age as my own daughter.

A barrel bomb had fallen on her home. When she was brought into the hospital, there was nothing left to do. The damage was too severe. She died shortly after.

When her family came to collect her body, we carried her back to the very same house that had just been destroyed. There was nowhere else to take her. The walls were shattered. The roof was gone. Dust still hung in the air. That was her final journey.

I remember standing there with a feeling I struggle to describe—a deep, suffocating powerlessness. A feeling that came with the knowledge that someone sitting far away, pressing a button, could erase a child’s life in seconds. A child who laughed, played, and was loved. A child no different than my own.

War strips away illusion. It shows you how power really works.

And after over fifteen years in the charity sector, working in Palestine, standing in Gaza, and operating in Syria during the war, I began to see another layer of power. Not bombs. Not weapons. But money. Narratives. Aid.

Charity is not neutral. It shapes outcomes. It can create dependency or build independence. It empowers communities or it locks them into cycles. It can restore dignity or quietly undermine it.

I have seen extraordinary generosity from our Ummah. I have seen donors give their last pounds in the hope of relieving suffering. But I have also seen how parts of the system operate behind the scenes. How priorities shift. How branding overtakes strategy. How short-term relief becomes a permanent model.

And it hurt, because I knew we could do better.

I am not writing this book to destroy Muslim charities. Muslims are among the most generous people on Earth. Our culture of sadaqah and zakat is one of our greatest strengths. But strength without structure can be exploited. Systems without accountability drift. And when they drift, the consequences are not theoretical, they are measured in real lives.

We cannot continue giving the same way, without scrutiny, strategy, or demanding transparency.

This piece is not for executives or corporate boards. It is for the donor, for the fundraiser who carries the weight of an amanah, for the believer who gives sincerely and assumes that trust will be honoured.

Sadaqah and zakat are sacred trusts before Allah. They are not marketing tools. They are not revenue streams. They are instruments of justice.

I know this piece will make some uncomfortable. It may create enemies for me within the sector. But my loyalty is not to institutions.It is to the Ummah.

After holding that child, after standing in rubble, after watching aid shape futures, silence would feel like betrayal.
If this information unsettles you, sit with that feeling. How we give determines more than we realise.

Tauqir Tox Sharif

Introduction

My name is Tauqir Sharif, though most people in the charity world know me as Tox. I was born and raised in London. In my second year of university, where I expected a conventional career path, an opportunity arose to travel to Gaza. I took it, and I never returned to complete my degree. That decision changed the course of my life.

At the time, the UK Muslim charity landscape was dominated largely by two major organisations: Islamic Relief Worldwide and Muslim Aid. Most donations flowed through them, and entering the sector formally required credentials, networks, and a polished CV. I had none of that. I simply wanted to help.

In 2009, I travelled to Gaza on the Viva Palestina convoy. What I saw there reshaped me in ways I could never have imagined.

I witnessed two things that remain with me to this day. First, the resilience of a people in the most suffocating circumstances: families rebuilding beside rubble, children smiling under blockade, optimism in a place the world had written off. Second, their iman. They had so little materially, yet their faith was immeasurable. We in the West had comfort, consumerism, and resources, and still we were restless inside. They had almost nothing and yet they were anchored by faith.

On that convoy, I met Kieran Turner, the mission lead, who became a mentor. He taught me how to navigate borders, prepare cargo manifests, and move aid strategically rather than emotionally. I absorbed everything I could. Over time, I began leading convoys myself, slowly building a reputation, not within the formal charity structures, but on the ground.

In 2010, I joined the Gaza Freedom Flotilla aboard the Mavi Marmara. Nine of my comrades were killed during the raid. We were arrested and imprisoned before being released after international attention. That experience taught me a crucial truth: aid is never neutral. It exists within power, politics, and consequence.

After returning home, I balanced work between my family business and travelling to disaster zones such as Pakistan floods, earthquake regions, and more. Then in April 2012, a group of us organised and delivered one of the first aid convoys into Syria. No Muslim charities were willing to help. They were too scared. They told us what we were doing was crazy, that we should wait until the British government issued clear guidelines, or until it became safe to intervene.

We couldn’t wait. Blood was already spilling. People were suffering. Every moment counted.

At first, we went as nothing more than a community group, because no one else was stepping forward. Despite countless difficulties, we successfully delivered our first convoy: twelve ambulances, loaded with aid, into Northern Syria.

But what I saw there changed everything.

How could I leave Syria while families were still fleeing toward the borders, escaping the tyranny of Bashar Assad’s crackdown?
From inside Syria, I began calling back to the UK, arranging the next wave of ambulances. When they were finally ready, I returned home, but only for three days. This time, I brought my wife Racquell with me.

We had been married just ten months, and together we launched Live Updates from Syria —reporting from the ground, raising support, and witnessing refugee camps emerge along the border in real time.

For the first time, people could see a Muslim couple speaking directly from a war zone in English, supporting Muslims with aid. This marked a shift in the Muslim charity sector. Soon, charities from around the world contacted us, asking us to implement their projects.
Motivated purely fi sabilillah, we accepted, wearing everyone’s logos on our shirts. We didn’t care about branding; we only cared that aid reached the people who needed it most.

But reality struck hard. Many charities abandoned us when challenges arose: political shifts, changing priorities, or simply because Syria was no longer “popular.” Not only did they leave us alone, but they profited from the attention we had garnered. They used the data we were creating online—fundraising pages, social media followers, and donors—to continue fundraising themselves. At the time, we weren’t thinking about marketing strategies or donor cultivation; our focus was on implementation. That lesson was bitter, but it taught me how the sector really operates.

For over fifteen years, I have operated in conflict zones and fragile regions. I have implemented projects for charities from the UK, the United States, Malaysia, Indonesia, South Africa, and beyond. I have overseen emergency relief, infrastructure builds, education

initiatives, and long-term development projects.
I have seen sincerity. I have seen strategy. I have seen dysfunction. And I have seen how narratives are shaped to unlock donations.
I understand how funds are raised. I understand how they are allocated. I understand the pressures charities face. And I understand the discrepancy between what donors believe and what sometimes happens. project sites. After fifteen years inside this world, I believe it is time to speak openly.

Aid Is a Weapon of War

Aid can save lives but it can also be weaponised to control populations, weaken independent governance, and create dependency. Understanding this is critical for anyone giving sadaqah or zakat.

Syria: The Atma Camp Incident

In northern Syria, near the Turkish border, hundreds of thousands of families were living in tents after fleeing bombardment. Water, something most of us take for granted, became the centre of a calculated power struggle.

At the time, the area around Atma was under the control of a local Islamic group, striving to maintain order and support the refugee population. Their governance represented independent authority, based on Islamic principles, in a chaotic war zone.

The International Rescue Committee (IRC) had created a system where trucks delivered water daily to tanks outside the refugee tents. On paper, it looked like humanitarian logistics. In practice, it was insidious. The system made tens of thousands of people entirely dependent on external control. If deliveries stopped, for any reason, families went without water.

In 2013, there was an incident at Sarmada where the same Islamic group accused IRC staff of spying for foreign governments. They raided its and detained members of its team. What they did not realise, however, was that IRC held a powerful pressure point over the refugee camps. Almost immediately, the water supply system was shut down. The trucks stopped coming, and the camps in Atma were left without access to the most basic necessity of life: water.

Day One: Families rationed water they had stored, unsure if help would come.

Day Two: Thousands gathered to demand water, protests spreading through the camp.

Day Three: Desperation escalated, roads were blocked, vehicles burned, and tension boiled over.

Day Four: Only after immense pressure did water flow resume.

It became clear: water had been weaponised to punish communities under independentIslamic-led governance. This was deliberate. The

truck-based system gave external actors leverage and created dependency.

Curious to understand the organisation behind this, I investigated the IRC. Its leadershipincluded Madeleine Albright, Colin Powell, and David Miliband—high-profile political actors who embody Western strategic interests – creating the conditions for war globally while presenting dependency on western aid as a panacea to the problems.

From that moment, I knew that if we were to operate ethically in Syria, we could not rely on temporary aid models that gave outsiders such leverage.

In response, very early in the revolution, we launched our Solar Power Water Well initiative.

As a small organisation, we were remarkably successful. Our systems, powered by solar panels and independent pumps, allowed refugee camps to operate fully autonomously, free from reliance on external water deliveries.

The impact was immediate. Many organisations from outside Syria contacted us, asking to implement these systems for their projects. This initiative not only saved lives but also helped establish numerous refugee camps that remained fully independent, proving that sustainable, community-empowering solutions were possible even in the most challenging circumstances.

Somalia: The Wheat Crisis and the ICU

A similar pattern emerged in Somalia. In the early 2000s, the Islamic Courts Union (ICU) rose to power, bringing stable governance to southern Somalia after years of warlord rule. Their model was independent, popular, and based on Islamic principles, which made them a target for external actors.

The United States viewed the ICU as a political challenge. Military intervention by Ethiopia and U.S. forcibly ousted the ICU from power. But aid also played a strategic role. Western organisations supplied massive quantities of wheat into refugee camps, ostensibly to relieve hunger.

On the surface, it looked like humanitarian relief. In practice, it destroyed local markets.

Somali farmers could no longer sell their crops, and communities became dependent on externally supplied food. When aid flows shifted or stopped, populations revolted against the ruling powers, destabilising governance and consolidating control in favor of external interests.

Food became a weapon. What appeared as aid was deliberately used to weaken independent Islamic governance and create dependency.

Lessons for Donors

These two incidents — Atma in Syria and the wheat crisis in Somalia, reveal a clear pattern:

1. Aid can empower, but it can also control and destabilise.

2. Systems that focus only on primary relief (food, water, temporary aid) without infrastructure or sustainability create dependency.

3. External actors, often with political agendas, can leverage aid to punish, manipulate, or weaken independent governance, particularly Islamic authorities.

Many Muslim charities today unwittingly fall into the same trap. They focus on primary relief without investing in long-term solutions or empowering communities.

Aid can save lives. But without understanding the dynamics behind it, aid can also be a weapon. The above experiences are warning for us to give strategically, ethically, and effectively.

The Five Types of Charity

When Racquell and I first arrived in Syria, we started with something simple: we wanted to give live updates from the ground and help people directly. That was it.

The project began organically. We would meet families who had lost everything, film and put their stories online, and witness people respond immediately. Instant feedback. Instant support. Private relief work in its purest form. We would raise funds, deliver aid, and donors could see the impact with their own eyes.

At the time, it felt like charity was simple.

But very quickly, we realised that private relief was not enough.

We were witnessing the birth of an entire generation inside refugee camps. In the early days, we were part of building some of the first camps in the Atma region on the Turkish border. And what we saw there deeply disturbed us. Men were martyred fighting against the oppression of Assad, sacrificing everything for freedom and dignity, and yet their children were growing up in tents with no education, no future, and in many cases still being taught the Assad regime’s curriculum.

What was the point of fighting to remove oppression, only to lose the next generation at the same time?

That is when we decided to build Iqra Charity, named after the first word revealed in the Qur’an: “Read.” We realised that education was not secondary. It was survival. If we didn’t build schools, develop teachers and hope, an entire generation would be lost. This was the moment we began transitioning away from pure primary relief and started thinking about mid-term and long-term transformation.

But while learning how to build projects, we were also learning something far darker.

We soon discovered the world of third-party fundraising charities.

At the beginning, I had no clue there were different types of charities. I assumed a charity raised money and delivered aid. Simple.
But I learned the truth the hard way.

We were exploited. These charities built their brands off our backs.

In the early years of the war, we agreed anytime any organisation contacted us and asked us to wear their vest, put their logo on our boxes, or distribute aid under their name. Fi sabilillah.

Our thought process was simple: the aid must reach the people. The logo didn’t matter.

What we didn’t realise was that for them, the logo mattered more than the people.

The arrangement was always the same. They would give us fundraising links. We would raise the money through our supporters. They would pass us what we raised, but they would keep the Gift Aid. At the time, we thought that was a fair deal. We were naive. We didn’t understand what was really happening.

Because these charities weren’t just receiving Gift Aid. They were receiving something far more valuable: access.

Over the years, we built a core of hundreds of fundraisers who annually raised around 15,000 to 18,000 donations for Syria. We thought

those donors were part of our mission. But these charities saw them as a database.

While we were focused on implementation, they were building marketing teams, email campaigns, data strategies, and donor pipelines. And slowly, they began targeting our supporters directly.

They didn’t have to take any risks, operate inside Syria, or build infrastructure. They simply collected donations, attached themselves to our work, and benefited from the credibility we generated on the ground.

And then when things got difficult, when Syria became politically messy, when fear spread, they dumped us and moved on.

Over the years we wore the branding of many charities. Not because we were loyal to logos, but because we were trying to keep aid flowing. But many of those charities later went on to falsely claim they were “working in Syria,” when in reality they had retreated to the neighbouring countries Turkey, Jordan, and Lebanon.

They were running safer operations, safer deployments, and safer fundraising campaigns, while Syria itself was abandoned.

I finally understood that third-party fundraising charities are brokers.

They subcontract your amanah.

They are middlemen who thrive on primary relief because it is fast, marketable, and endless.

The Three Countries of Charity

To understand the charity world properly, you need to think in terms of three different countries.

1. Donor country: Where donations are raised.

2. Transit country: A neighbouring country where many charities operate safely. In Syria’s case, this would be Turkey, Jordan, or Lebanon.

3. Crisis beneficiary country: Where suffering is actually taking place, such as Syria itself.

Your donation can pass through one country…or through all three. Every extra layer means more middlemen, more cost, and more dilution of accountability.

The Five Types of Charity

Within these three spaces, five different types of charities exist. Most donors only ever see the first, fourth, and fifth. The others are usually hidden behind layers.

1. Third-Party Fundraising Charities

Let me get straight to the point. Third-party fundraising charities are brokers: the middleman. They take your donation in the donor country, then look for someone else to deliver it on the ground. This means your money passes through multiple layers before it reaches beneficiaries, increasing inefficiency and diluting accountability.

These charities never implement aid themselves. Their strength is fundraising, branding, and mobilisation, not delivery.

Key Features

Third-party fundraising charities operate as subcontractors. They raise funds, run campaigns, and then pass the money to partners in transit countries or crisis countries. They focus heavily on social media, influencers, marketing, and emergency appeals. Most staff and infrastructure are based in affluent donor countries, not in the crisis zones. They are almost always focused on primary relief because it is fast, repeatable, and easy to market.

A major red flag is when these charities offer constant deployments in bordering countries rather than the crisis country itself. In Syria’s case, many organisations spent years operating only in Jordan, Lebanon, or Turkey while claiming Syria work.

Strengths

These charities can raise large sums quickly. They have strong media teams and know how to mobilise donors during emergencies. They generate awareness and can bring attention to crises that might otherwise be ignored.

Weaknesses

The weaknesses are structural. As middlemen they create extra layers, extra cost, and reduced transparency. Accountability is diluted because the charity is not physically delivering anything themselves.

They also trap the Ummah in primary relief cycles. They distribute what is easy, not what is transformative. And because they lack a deep presence in crisis countries, their auditing systems are often weak and reliant on partner reporting.

Questions to Ask

The first question for a charity is always:

  1. Who is your implementation partner, and which country are they based in?If they are candid enough to tell you, then ask:

    1b. What made you choose this partner, and what due diligence did you perform?

  2. Only if they claim they implement directly should you move on:
  3. How long have you been working directly inside Syria?
  4. Who is your charity’s lead or manager inside the crisis country?
  5. Can you show me your organisational structure on the ground?
  6. Can you provide photos of your offices, warehouses, or personnel?
  7. What is your flagship project?
  8. What mid-term and long-term projects do you offer?
  9. Can you show success stories from your work over the last ten years?

These questions expose whether you are dealing with a broker or a builder.

2. Transit Charities

Transit charities operate in neighbouring refugee countries. They often exist as an additional middle layer between fundraising and implementation. Transit charities can sometimes be necessary, but they also introduce political risk.

Key Features

They operate in safer bordering countries and often handle logistics, permissions, and cross-border transfers. They may subcontract again to implementing charities inside the crisis country.

Weaknesses

Transit charities are sometimes influenced by state agendas. A donor must understand that neighbouring governments often have interests in where aid flows.

Questions to Ask

As a donor, you will rarely have access to a transit charity directly. But if your charity tells you who their transit partner is, ask:

  1. What due diligence did you perform before partnering with them?
  2. Can you provide evidence of projects your partner has completed successfully?
  3. Are they implementing themselves, or subcontracting again inside Syria?
  4. Do you know they are not being funded in part or fully by the government that hosts them?

3. Implementing Charities

Implementing charities are the real first responders. They are based inside the crisis country, working directly with beneficiaries. They run the warehouses, employ staff, manage distributions, build projects, and take the risks that brokers never take.

Strengths

They understand the ground reality better than anyone. They know the needs, the communities, and the local dynamics. They are the ones doing the work.

Weaknesses

Their weakness is funding. Most do not have independent donor bases, so they become reliant on third-party fundraising charities. This often means they are told what projects to do, even when those projects are not what the community truly needs.

4. Sovereign Charities

Sovereign charities are more developed organisations. They operate across all three countries: donor, transit, and crisis. They raise funds, manage logistics, and implement directly, reducing dependency on middlemen.

Strengths

They have full control, stronger accountability, and the ability to plan long-term projects strategically. They are not forced into primary relief cycles.

Weaknesses

They are complex and costly to run. Their overheads can be higher, so donors must still demand transparency and scholarly oversight.

5. Reform (Islah) Charities

Reform charities are rare. They do not just deliver aid, they challenge the system itself. They embed deeply in crisis communities, build new models, focus on long-term independence, and often engage in activism and public truth-telling.

Strengths

They provide thought leadership, courage, and strategic vision. They build institutions, not handouts. These charities are risking their lives and sacrificing comfort to work directly with the people who need aid most. They deliver real impact, challenge systemic problems, and drive meaningful change. Supporting them maximises safety, accountability, and transformative impact.

Weaknesses

Because they operate on front lines, they face political risk, censorship, and danger. They are often misunderstood or attacked because reform threatens the status quo.

A Donor Principle

In my opinion, the weakest and most damaging model for the Ummah is the third-party fundraising broker structure. It is a business model built around subcontracting sacred trust.

Your goal as a donor should be to support sovereign charities or reform charities wherever possible.

The Ummah does not need more middlemen; it needs builders.

The Four Types of Charity Work

Years in the field and in a war zone taught me lessons that no textbook ever could. In the beginning, most of the work we were doing was driven by emotion and necessity. But over time, something began to trouble me. I started to realise that survival alone is not victory. And if charity remains stuck in emergency mode forever, it does not liberate people, it traps them.

The Atma incident was one of the first moments that opened my eyes. Western NGOs were operating in the camps, but almost all of their work was focused purely on primary relief. They were not building infrastructure. They were not investing in independence. They were delivering aid in a way that created dependency. And when the system was disrupted, half a million people were left without water overnight.

It made me ask a terrifying question: what kind of society are we building if people cannot survive without the daily truck?

And then I realised something even harder. We had fallen into the same loop.

The majority of the work we were doing, despite sincerity, was also creating dependency. Refugee camps were being built where an entire generation of children grew up believing that life meant waiting. Waiting for the food box. Waiting for the distribution. Waiting for the next handout.

Many families would receive a parcel once a month, sell half of it, survive on the rest, and repeat the cycle. Children were not going to school. Men could not find work. Dignity was eroding quietly. And a new dangerous culture was forming, not because the people were lazy, but because the system around them was training them into dependency.

That was the moment our thinking had to change.

It was no longer enough to ask, “Did we feed people this month?”

We had to ask, “What future are we building?”

Through this painful realisation I began to understand the different types of charity work.

1. Primary Relief Work (The Focus of Third-Party Fundraising Charities)

Primary relief is the first response to disaster. It is what keeps people alive in the early days of war and displacement. Food, water, tents, blankets, emergency cash, all necessary in the beginning.

But primary relief is also the weakest form of charity work when it becomes permanent. It is easy to repeat, easy to market, and easy to distribute endlessly without ever changing anything.

If a charity remains trapped in primary relief, then the Ummah will remain trapped in survival mode forever. This is why third-party fundraising charities love it: it produces quick feedback, strong emotions, and endless fundraising cycles.

Primary relief is necessary, but it is not a strategy.

2. Transitional Work

As the emergency stabilises, the next stage is transitional work. This is the bridge between survival and rebuilding. It is what happens when people are no longer dying tomorrow, but they are still not stable. This includes temporary schools, mobile clinics, refugee camp upgrades, semi-permanent housing, and livelihood support.

Transitional work is more strategic than relief, because it asks: how do we stop the bleeding?

How do we prevent collapse?

But it is still not enough on its own. It prevents disaster, but it does not build independence.

3. Development Work

Development work is where real change begins, where charity stops thinking like an emergency distributor and starts thinking like a nation builder.

This is when you build solar-powered water wells instead of water trucks. Permanent schools instead of temporary tents. Hospitals instead of mobile visits.

Development work is harder. It requires expertise, planning, long-term presence, and courage. But it does something relief never can: It creates independence. It gives dignity. It breaks dependency.

This is what we are lacking today. The Ummah is stuck donating in emergency mode, while our enemies plan in generations.

i. This Is for the Thinkers

Sadly, most Muslims have been conditioned into shallow charity thinking: Donate quickly. Feel good. Move on.

This section is for the thinkers, those of you who dream of liberating Al Aqsa, freeing Palestine, and restoring dignity to the Muslim lands. Those who understand that the Ummah will not rise through parcels alone.

The Qur’an uses the word Islah, not simply to fix something broken, but to restore what is right, to revive what has been lost, and to rebuild society upon truth, justice, and the pleasure of Allah.

Islah is not charity marketing. It is Ummah renewal.

ii. Long-Term Solutions

Reform work asks the deepest questions: why are Muslims always in need? Who benefits from permanent dependency? How do we build institutions, not handouts? How do we stop aid being weaponised?

This is where waqf becomes central.

A waqf is a uniquely Islamic model of long-term giving. Instead of donating something that is consumed once, you build or invest in something that continues to generate benefit for years, even generations.

Rather than endless food parcels, a waqf could be farmland, an orchard, a school, a water well, or a business whose profits support orphans, widows, students, and the poor year after year.

Waqf is charity that does not just relieve suffering temporarily, it creates permanent systems of independence. This is how Muslims historically built civilisation.

This is Islah.

iii. Tarbiyah (Building the Correct Mindset)

Reform charities also have something that most organisations completely ignore: tarbiyah.

They understand that liberation does not come from food parcels. Liberation comes from raising people who are educated, resilient, morally grounded, and capable of rebuilding their lands.

Tarbiyah is about cultivating a generation willing to sacrifice for the sake of Allah. A generation that does not live for comfort, salaries, and careers, but lives for duty, sincerity, and service of the religion.

Reform charities are trying to revive the spirit of fisabilillah, men and women who give, build, teach, and struggle, not because it is profitable, but because it is worship.

iv. Uncomfortable for the Enemies of Islam

Reform work is uncomfortable for the enemies of Islam, because it threatens the status quo. It does not just feed the poor, it challenges the machinery that keeps Muslims poor.

Oppression does not survive only through bombs and armies. It survives through dependency, through broken institutions. It survives when an Ummah is kept permanently weak, reactive, and uneducated.

A hungry man can be controlled. A refugee population that relies on monthly parcels can be managed.

But a generation that is educated, dignified, skilled, and grounded in Islam becomes impossible to dominate.

That is why reform work goes beyond food boxes. It builds schools instead of tents. It builds curricula instead of handouts. It builds minds instead of dependency.

The enemies of Islam do not fear charity that keeps Muslims alive. They fear charity that makes Muslims strong.

That is why it is rare.

And that is why it matters most.

The 100% Donation Policy vs the Admin Fees Trap

After working in Syria for several years and building up a reputation on the ground, charities from all over the world began contacting us. Many wanted us to implement projects for them inside the crisis, and one phrase kept appearing again and again:
“100% Donation Policy.”

At first, it sounded pure, Islamic. It sounded like the safest option for donors who wanted their money to reach the poor. Only once we began implementing projects did I realise something wasn’t right.

When funds would arrive, we would explain something simple: delivering aid has costs.

Warehouses, vehicles, staff salaries, security, auditing, logistics, none of this is optional, it is a necessity. Aid does not magically arrive at a refugee camp. It takes infrastructure.

Often the response was blunt: “Take it from the donations.”

We would reply, “But you claim 100% donation policy. How can costs come from donations if donors are told every penny reaches the poor?”

And that is when the truth became clear. They would say: “Yes, we are giving 100%… to you.”

In that moment, I realised the 100% donation policy was a fallacy. These broker charities were not donating directly to beneficiaries. They were donating to implementing charities like us, and the real costs of delivery were simply hidden downstream.

That is the first truth: admin costs are real and necessary. A serious charity must have systems, auditing, trained staff, logistics, and accountability. These costs are not corruption, but part of protecting the amanah.

But then comes the second danger: if costs exist, what stops a charity from taking too much? This is where ethics and scholarly oversight become essential. We realised early on that scholars must guide and regulate how amanah is administered. Unfortunately, many charities do not operate with this balance.

This brings us to the second truth: 100% donation policies are often a play on words. They may sound pure, but they often reflect third-party fundraising models that remain stuck in primary relief and avoid long-term strategic change.

And then comes the third truth: the most dangerous charities are the ones with unlimited admin and no transparency. These are organisations where overhead becomes indulgence, where salaries and influencer budgets are hidden, and where donors are discouraged from asking questions.

So where should Muslims be? Islam is balanced. We reject both extremes: the illusion of “zero cost charity” and the corruption of extravagant profiteering. The Ummah deserves charities that are professional, transparent, scholar-guided, and strategically focused on real impact.

If a charity claims 100%, ask them: do you implement directly or through partners? If directly, how do you fund auditing, offices, warehouses, and staff?

If a charity does not claim 100%, ask: what are your admin fees, who regulates them, and where is your scholarly oversight?

A Simple Reality Check

One of the easiest questions you can ask any charity is:

How many staff do you have in the donor country…and how many in the beneficiary country?

This single question exposes everything. If a charity has forty staff in London, and two in Syria, then their story does not make sense. Aid is not delivered by Instagram, but by people on the ground.

Charity Sector Prostitution

I chose this title because what I am about to describe is not a small issue of inefficiency or admin costs. It is something far deeper: the selling of what was meant to be sacred. It is the monetisation of suffering. It is the loss of sincerity. It is what happens when charity becomes an industry.

When something sacred becomes a commodity, it loses its soul. That is what I mean when I say: Charity Sector Prostitution.

When we first started out, things were different. We were not part of the established charity circuit, or backed by major organisations.

We were simply a Muslim couple, reporting directly from the ground, and asking the Ummah to help.

This was the early days. Social media was just beginning to shape the way people engaged with crises. Quickly we began to amass followers from all over the world. In those early years, something beautiful existed: people supported us fee sabeelillah. Muslims were being bombed, displaced, and slaughtered, and the Ummah responded with sincerity. Many people gave without expecting anything in return. That was real charity, with barakah.

But Syria became complicated. The conflict dragged on, and the rise of Daesh changed everything. Fear entered the Muslim community. People started to distance themselves. Charities became cautious. Support became conditional. Self- preservation became the priority. We learned something painful: many people will stand with you only when it is safe, only when it is popular, and only when it benefits them.

As the years passed, the cycles continued. When we became popular again, people returned. When attention rose, support rose. And we began to notice something darker. Whenever we gained momentum, certain influencers and public Islamic figures would want to be involved, but not always for the sake of Allah.

Two motivations became clear. The first was clout. The second was safety. For some imams, supporting a cause was no longer about truth, but about whether it was politically convenient, whether it was safe for their position, and whether it would cost them.

For influencers, something even worse began to emerge. At first it was a minority, but then statements abounded like, “Speak to my manager,” or “He can tell you the prices.” Prices. For what? For reminding the Ummah? For standing with the oppressed? For fundraising for dying children?

It was shocking. Over time, what was once rare became normal. The suffering of the Ummah became a commodity. Charity became an economy. And people began to sell themselves. That is why I use the word prostitution, because what else do you call it when sacred work is sold for a fee?

Fast forward to today, and this sickness has spread openly. It is no longer hidden or rare. It has become mainstream. It has been widely reported that Human Appeal paid Khabib Nurmagomedov £729,000 for a fundraising tour in the UK, and that Khaled Beydoun was paid over $2 million from Gaza fundraising.

Let that sink in. Khaled Beydoun raised around $7 million and took over $2 million for himself. How someone who calls himself an advocate for Palestine and can take that amount of money intended for Gaza and sleep at night is beyond beggars belief. That money was meant for widows, for children, for people under rubble.

This is what charity prostitution does. It sets a precedent in our community that nothing is done purely for Allah anymore. Everything has a price. Everything has a percentage. Everything has a personal benefit attached. And once that becomes normal, barakah disappears. Victory disappears. The Ummah remains dependent.

Perhaps the saddest part is that some of the worst offenders are veiled in Islam. They give reminders, speak about the akhirah, quote Qur’an, and appear sincere, but behind the scenes they are making large sums of money from charity campaigns. This is spiritual hypocrisy, and it is catastrophic for the Ummah.

What example is this setting for young Muslims? That the more followers you have, the more you can earn from the suffering of others. That charity is a career ladder. That serving the Ummah comes with perks, contracts, fame, and money. This is not the tradition of the Sahaba. This is not sacrifice. This is not fi sabeelillah.

Most people should understand that if you enter the charity path sincerely, your wealth may reduce, but the barakah in your life will increase. That requires tawakkul. That requires iman. Charity was never meant to be a business model.

The orphan is not content. Gaza is not a brand. Syria is not a marketing campaign. Sadaqah is sacred, and the Ummah is not a customer base.

Charity is not supposed to be an industry. The oppressed are not supposed to be commodities.

Muslims of influence are not supposed to sell themselves for a lowly price. If charity becomes prostitution, then we should not be surprised when it produces no liberation, because Allah does not place barakah in corruption.

Questions Every Donor Should Ask About Influencers and Marketing.

If the Muslim charity sector has become addicted to influencers, branding, and celebrity fundraising, then donors must begin asking the most uncomfortable but necessary questions. Because if a charity cannot survive without paying personalities to promote it, then you need to ask what is really being sold.

Here are some of the most important questions you can ask any charity today:

  1. How much do you pay your influencers? Be direct. This is donor money. You have a right to know.
  2. Do you have an official influencer payment policy? Is there a written framework, or is it done privately and informally behind closed doors?
  3. Do you have any influencers who work with you completely for free? Are there people who genuinely believe in the cause without needing payment?
  4. Who supports your projects for free, without any financial incentive? This is one of the most revealing questions. It shows whether a charity has real sincerity, or whether everything is transactional.
  5. Why are you not declaring how much you are paying your influencers? If this is ethical, whyis it hidden?
  6. Can you declare the salaries of your senior staff and executives? Donors deserve transparency, especially when millions are being raised in the name of the poor.
  7. Can you declare the costs of your marketing teams and fundraising departments? How much of the budget is going toward delivery… and how much toward promotion?
  8. Where do these marketing budgets come from? Are they taken directly from donations? Are they coming from separate funds? Are donors being clearly informed?
The Sacred Trust — Scholarly Oversight

One founding principle of Iqra was a balance between Islamic excellence and professionalism. We did not want charity work to become merely logistics and delivery. We wanted it to remain what it truly is: a spiritual amanah.

To do that, we realised very early that we needed more than good intentions. We needed knowledge. We needed fiqh. We needed to understand the sacred laws of zakat and sadaqah, because these are not simply donations, they are obligations, trusts, and rights that belong to Allah and to the poor.

And in order to learn that, we had to find scholars.

Syria was historically a hub of Islamic knowledge. Students from across the Muslim world would travel to Damascus and Aleppo to study the religion. When the revolution began, many major scholars either sided with the regime or sadly fled the country. But Syria remained a melting pot of knowledge, and among the ranks of the revolutionaries were students and scholars who had joined the struggle.

It was from amongst these people that we found a trusted group who became the scholarly board of Iqra. They taught us the fiqh of zakat and sadaqah, guided us in administering the amanah properly, and helped us establish Islamic policies that would protect both the organisation and the vulnerable people we served.

Their role was not simply to issue a fatwa and disappear. They were involved in building systems. They helped us understand how zakat should be distributed, what categories it belongs to, and how to ensure that the poor and needy were truly receiving their rights. But their influence went beyond finance.

As the organisation grew, we faced many sensitive realities on the ground. We had lone sisters whose husbands had been martyred. We had vulnerable widows. We had orphans. We had female prisoners. We had families living without protection. We needed Islamic regulation and guidance on how men and women should interact within the organisation, how safeguarding should be structured, and how dignity should be preserved in the delivery of aid.

This is where the scholars had a massive impact. They shaped not only what we delivered, but how we delivered it. They ensured that charity remained spiritual service, not simply humanitarian work.

Sadly, this is not the case for most charities today, especially third-party fundraising charities. What you will often see is that these charities have celebrity scholars who attend dinners, appear at events, and make emotional fundraising appeals. But the reality is that many of these figures have no role in auditing, governance, zakat distribution, or implementation oversight. They are not part of monitoring teams. They are not shaping policy. They are simply endorsements.

When scholarly oversight becomes branding rather than governance, the charity becomes a business, not a sacred trust. This is where corruption spreads, accountability disappears, and the amanah of the Ummah is placed in danger.

That is why scholarly oversight is not optional. It is central. Zakat is worship. Sadaqah is worship. And worship must be protected.

So what should donors ask?

You must begin asking charities serious questions, not marketing questions.

Ask them: What are your zakat and sadaqah distribution policies? What is your policy for amilin alayha — those who are paid from zakat funds? Who are your scholars? Who is your board of scholars that gives approval to your charity?

More importantly, ask: Are these scholars involved in monitoring and development, or are they simply names on a poster? What Islamic training are you giving your staff in the donor country?

What Islamic training are you giving your staff in the crisis country?

These are not small questions. These are red lines.

If a charity cannot answer them clearly, then that is a major red flag. Because without real scholarly oversight, charity drifts away from amanah and becomes an industry.

And the Ummah cannot afford that.

Ten Questions to Ask Any Charity Before You Donate
  1. Do you implement projects yourself, or are you working through an implementation partner? If so, who is that partner and which country are they based in?
  2. What due diligence did you perform before choosing that partner? Can you provide evidence of their past work?
  3. How long have you been working directly inside the crisis country (not just in bordering refugee countries)?
  4. Who is your lead or manager on the ground in the crisis country?
  5. Can you show photos or evidence of your offices, warehouses, staff, or operational presence inside the crisis country?
  6. What is your flagship project that goes beyond food parcels and short-term distributions?
  7. What mid-term and long-term projects do you offer to reduce dependency and build independence?
  8. What are your admin fees, and who regulates or oversees how much is taken from donations?
  9. Who are your scholars or scholarly board, and what role do they actually play in zakat policy, governance, and monitoring (not just fundraising events)?
  10. How much do you pay influencers or public figures, and why are these payments not transparently declared to donors?
A Final Amanah

If you take one thing from this guidebook, let it be this: the Ummah is in the state of decadence that we are in because something in the way we operate as an Ummah is wrong. The brokenness of the charity sector is simply proof of that.

The charity sector today is fractured and in desperate need of reform. This guide was not written to destroy it, because Muslims are among the most giving people on the planet. Our hearts are generous, and our willingness to sacrifice is real. But sincerity without strategy is not enough.

The goal of this book is for us to become smarter, more strategic, and more aware of where our amanah is going. Our enemies they are far more calculated in their giving than we are. They build institutions, they plan for generations, and that is why you see them overcoming us in so many arenas.

But here is the truth that every donor must realise:

Charities exist because you give. Their budgets, their influence, their platforms, their entire machinery survives because of the donor. And yet the donor has been trained to feel small, emotional, and passive — duped by slogans, celebrity endorsements, and powerful marketing tools. That must end.

The Ummah cannot afford to donate blindly anymore. We must do our homework. We must ask the hard questions. We must support builders, not brokers. We must stop being manipulated by branding and start being guided by truth, transparency, and long-term vision.

This is how reform begins.

We as Muslims must take our asbab. We must rebuild correctly, and deliver our zakat and sadaqah with excellence and foresight. And when we do so, Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala will grant victory.

Keep us in your du’as. I hope there is benefit in this work. Anything good in this guidebook is only from the blessings of Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala, and anything wrong is from myself.

In the coming period, I will be releasing my own charity scoring and breakdown of the major Muslim charities in Syria over the last fourteen years. I will be telling you clearly what type of charity each one is, whether they are third-party fundraising brokers, transit charities, sovereign charities, implementing organisations, or true reform charities, and I will be giving them a score out of 100. So stay tuned.

Your brother in Islam,
Tauqir “Tox” Sharif

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An ICSD Community Member Pays Tribute To The Three Martyrs

Muslim Matters - 23 May, 2026 - 21:08

Living here in San Diego, with my family for almost three decades, I have noticed a distinct pattern within my close circle: some come here for a job, but they leave for a purpose. Some leave San Diego to be with their aging parents back home, some move to Muslim-majority areas, and others leave to find places where they can provide better Islamic schooling for their children. It is a repetitive pattern. Come for dunya and leave for akhirah. I usually joke that San Diego exports “export-quality materials,” adding, “I am not export-quality, so I am stuck here.”

But there is another thing I experience often. After moving away, every single one of them says, “I miss San Diego. I miss ICSD (Islamic Center of San Diego). There is something special about the San Diego Muslim community that I just cannot explain.” All this time, I thought these were just pleasantries. I figured they said it so we “non-export quality” folks would not feel bad.

Right after the tragic shooting at ICSD, I finally understood why San Diego is special, and why ICSD is special. Alhamdulillah, Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) chose three shuhada from our community. These three familiar faces received what they sought year after year. Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) used them, accepted them as shuhada, and made them a means to protect all of our kids, teachers, and imams at the mosque. It could have been a much worse day. Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) answered our dua. He saved our children, while at the same time accepting the lifelong service of these three dedicated men in our community. I am here to share how all three of them taught me something profound.

Let me start with Brother Nader: a neighbor of the mosque. One day, when we were about to pray Janazah after Jumu’ah, a mentally unstable brother started yelling, objecting to praying Janazah in the mosque. After the prayer, some brothers were very angry with him, as this was the second or third time he had done this. Sheikh Abdel Jalil was approaching, and my shallow self also became angry at that brother. Out of nowhere, Brother Nader came close to me, gently steered me to walk on the other side, and said, “Brother, let’s make shukur to Allah that we are not like him. We could have been just like him. Allah blessed us.” It touched me so deeply. Ya Rabb, accept him as a shaheed. I saw the gulf of difference between him and myself. I saw how he lived with the presence of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) and saw only Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He).

Then there is Brother Abul Izz: the face of ICSD. From the very first day I visited ICSD until today, we all knew him as the one person who took care of the mosque; he was everywhere.

You go to the kitchen, he is cooking and serving. You go to the store, he is at the storefront. If some place needs cleaning, he is the one you talk to. However, above everything else, I—along with thousands of other brothers—am a fan of his famous Syrian lentil soup. That bowl of lentil soup made my iftars so special. One day, in a light moment, I asked him, “Abul Izz, please give me the recipe for your lentil soup.” Brother Abul Izz told me, “When Umm Izz asks me to make it at home, it never turns out like the mosque version. It only happens at the mosque.” Ya Rabb, accept him. How can I go to the store and not see him there? He taught me that it is not skill that makes that lentil soup special—it is the mosque, and it is the people eating it who make it special. They are the guests of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He). It is Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) who provides me that soup—Abul Izz is only a means. Abul Izz knows it; I do not.

Now, a giant of a man: Brother Amin. Last summer, almost one year ago, after Eid al-Adha, we had a massive gathering at a park. Muslims from all the San Diego mosques attended, and it was a very festive, very hot day. I saw Brother Amin standing tall in his uniform. I approached him and offered him a drink. With a smile on his face, he refused. I was surprised, but he told me he avoids eating or drinking while on duty to minimize the need to use the restroom. He taught me what it truly means to take “safety” as a mission. Now, when I read his last Facebook post, I understood why. He was serving Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) while standing tall in his gear—it was his ibaadah, not just a job that paid the bills. His understanding of Qalbun Saleem—a sound heart—profoundly touched me. He walked the walk.

These three men are from this community—men whom Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) selected and took as shuhada. I feel incredibly humbled and thankful to realize that I was living alongside such larger-than-life people. They were not celebrities, and they did not wear a display of “righteousness,” but they were friends of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) who spent their days and nights trying to please Him.

Deep down inside, I know we have more people just like them in our community. All I know to do now is thank Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), lower my wings, learn from them, and try to become like them. I finally understand the secret sauce that makes the San Diego Muslim community so special.

Alhamdulillah.

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In defence of the National Trust

Indigo Jo Blogs - 23 May, 2026 - 19:24
A lawn in a large country garden. In the foreground is a sundial surrounded by red, purple and yellow tulips. In the background is a rock garden, with various small trees and a wooden viewing platform. Behind that is a view into the Sussex countryside.Nymans, a NT garden in Sussex; May 2022

I’ve been a member of the National Trust, a British conservation charity which maintains a large number of estates including parks, stately homes, gardens and landscapes, since 2019. I’ve spent many an afternoon wandering around some of their homes and gardens in the south-east of England, taking pictures to share on my Flickr account. Last week Harry Mount, editor of The Oldie, accused the Trust of a “catastrophic dumbing-down” by hosting a Pokemon treasure hunt at 15 of their estates including Dyrham Park in Somerset, Sizergh in Cumbria, Hughenden in Buckinghamshire and Winkworth Arboretum in Surrey (archived copy here). He also claims that the Trust seems embarrassed about some of its country houses, treating them as “repositories of dull history, which happen to have absolutely fab running-around areas for the kids to have fun in” while their magazine, if it features their country houses at all, presents it as “a backdrop to some carefully curated, supposed ‘adventure'”. Their director of communications and fundraising, Celia Richardson, responded on Twitter: “Our Pokemon partnership isn’t unique. From the Van Gogh Museum to the Natural History Museum, & city‑wide experiences that lead visitors around landmarks like the Louvre, it’s a global pattern of cultural organisations experimenting with how people encounter heritage”.

Since Covid most of my visits to NT properties have been to the gardens and parks rather than into the houses; my first trip was to Petworth House in Sussex, which had a formidable collection of bits of Roman statuary, collected on “grand tours” of Europe when that was the done thing among the British upper class, wherever possible assembled into whole statues (photos here). Families visit their houses and gardens often, and there are often nature trails and other amusements for children, often with colourful signs and objects that don’t exactly blend into the scenery. Still, as an adult visitor, you can ignore these things and just wander round the park and enjoy the scenery and the trees and flowers and, of course, take lots of pictures. Winkworth is a place I visit often as it’s an easy drive from where I live; I rather hope that the Pokemon event is no more obtrusive than any of their other children’s amusements (the centrepiece will no doubt be in the new visitor centre that’s due open any day now). Running a large park and maintaining a garden does of course cost money and it’s worth noting that the NT maintains a lot of properties that do not charge for access, such as Morden Hall Park in south London. It would be nice for some adult visitors if places like Sheffield Park did not have amusements that stood out from the scenery like sore thumbs, but they have to attract all sorts, including families with children.

As for the NT’s magazine and the contrast with how private estates present their houses and gardens, the NT does not just run country houses but all sorts of other attractions, including landscapes which are not part of stately homes or formal gardens and where no admission charge applies. Some of their large parks and woodlands could be best marketed to families with children as good places for an adventure (Hatchlands and Winkworth Arboretum spring to mind). Some of the houses are not just showpiece country houses but house art collections and museums; the basement of Polesden Lacey in Surrey features a lot of wartime (as in WW2) technology and thus serves as a kind of museum of that time and of the “below stairs” life that many working-class young people went into then. The NT magazine is not just about old houses but about all the activities they undertake, such as (in the most recent edition) preserving a chalk figure, making their gardens resilient to climate change and some recent digs at the Saxon burial site Sutton Hoo, in Suffolk. There are also features on craft and food as well as promotional features for their  attractions, including a production of Othello by The Lord Chamberlain’s Men at venues owned by the NT, including (round here) Hatchlands and Morden Hall Park, which might be more up Harry Mount’s street.

They do, however, maintain a few mediocre houses here and there which aren’t cultural treasure troves, just rich men’s houses. Harry Mount mentions Clandon Park in Surrey, an 18th-century Palladian mansion that belonged to a local wealthy family, the Onslows, and was gutted by fire in 2015. I did not get to see this building before it burned down, but it was not my idea of a greatly beautiful building, basically a big red-brick box with turrets. Mount alleges that “rather than rebuilding it with their insurance payout, the brain-numbingly foolish Trust are preserving it as a ruin for ever”; if the building were restored to how it was before the accidental fire, it would not be the house the family that owned it lived in but a replica. That is why the NT chose to use the ruin as an exhibition and event space instead. They already have a proper stately home with a vastly superior garden a few miles down the road at Polesden Lacey.

That said, Sheffield Park, Cliveden, Mottisfont, Scotney Castle and no doubt many other NT attractions are worth the annual membership fees by themselves: well-maintained and curated outdoor and indoor attractions. I definitely don’t get the impression that they are run by morons or cretins; if they were, they would be overgrown and ramshackle by now. I will, I hope, be making good use of my membership fee at a couple of their parks or gardens this bank holiday weekend and if you have one near you, I recommend you make a visit. You won’t meet the executive committee, just the volunteers.

The Forgotten Pilgrims: Honoring Those Exempted From Hajj

Muslim Matters - 23 May, 2026 - 05:09

As someone born with a physical disability, I was told during my early childhood by many in my community that I was exempt from going for Hajj. I knew this was only out of reassuring comfort, but I felt a deep sense of rejection and loss.

It did not help to hear the language used during the Dhul Hijjah season, where anyone who was “invited” to go for Hajj was told that Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) had chosen them to visit His Home. Their invitation was honored and celebrated as a community. This inadvertently dishonors those who are not able to go for Hajj that year—whether due to financial constraints or debts—, or those exempted from going throughout their lives due to health. It can ultimately weigh heavily witnessing repeated celebrations, because it reinforces the notion that those exempted were not just not included by Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He)—and the community—but also left behind.

As a child, it confused me why Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) did not make Hajj easy, so that everyone could perform pilgrimage out of love for Him. I was reassured by my mother that I could perform Umrah one day, which is the lesser pilgrimage. A pilgrimage that was more manageable and one that could be done throughout the year.

“Will I ever be able to pray like everyone prays at Arafat under the skies during Hajj season?”

“Will I ever get to throw rocks to ward off Shaitan like pilgrims do during Hajj season to remember Prophet Ibrahim 'alayhi'l-salām (peace be upon him)?”

I felt grateful for the option of Umrah, but due to feeling connected to the stories of the Prophets (peace be upon them), I felt like I was missing out on not doing activities that the Prophets (peace be upon them) would do.

Wasn’t it a form of honor to follow in their footsteps?

Isn’t Hajj a means for us to follow in Prophet Muhammad’s ṣallallāhu 'alayhi wa sallam (peace and blessings of Allāh be upon him) footsteps?

I do not think I would have felt a deep sense of loss if those exempted from Hajj were not inadvertently overlooked—and to some extent—dishonored in the community.

Here are 3 steps to honor those exempted from Hajj:

1. Focus on Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) Mercy instead of invitation—both for going and not going

Those who go for Hajj are only doing so out of His Mercy, and those who are not able to go are also not going out of His Mercy. Shift the focus away from Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) inviting some over others, and rather focus on how our circumstances are out of His Mercy.

Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), after all, reveals,

Allah does not charge a soul except [with that within] its capacity. It will have [the consequence of] what [good] it has gained, and it will bear [the consequence of] what [evil] it has earned. “Our Lord, do not impose blame upon us if we have forgotten or erred. Our Lord, and lay not upon us a burden like that which You laid upon those before us. Our Lord, and burden us not with that which we have no ability to bear. And pardon us; and forgive us; and have mercy upon us. You are our protector, so give us victory over the disbelieving people.” [Surah Al-Baqarah; 2:286]

Exemption is, therefore, not exclusion—it is Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) Mercy out of recognition of human limits.

2. Recognize the honor behind obedience for going and not going

Those who go for Hajj do so out of obedience, and those who do not go out of exemption are also not going out of obedience. Acknowledge that both are acting out of obedience, and that there is honor in both.

As Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) revealed,

“In it are clear signs [such as] the standing place of Abraham. And whoever enters it shall be safe. And [due] to Allah from the people is a pilgrimage to the House – for whoever is able to find thereto a way. But whoever disbelieves – then indeed, Allah is free from need of the worlds.” [Surah ‘Ali ‘Imran 3:97]

Just because we are exempted from going for Hajj does not mean we are negated as believers. It rather means we are growing out of obedience as believers for not going. The ultimate honor is being a believer.

3. Belonging through remembrance of Seerah—those left behind were never left behind

There were many Companions during the Prophet Muhammad’s ṣallallāhu 'alayhi wa sallam (peace and blessings of Allāh be upon him) time who either wanted to go for Hajj or join battles, but had to be left behind.

There were some Muslims during the Battle of Tabuk who were exempted from going.

It was narrated by Anas ibn Malik raḍyAllāhu 'anhu (may Allāh be pleased with him) that the Prophet Muhammad ṣallallāhu 'alayhi wa sallam (peace and blessings of Allāh be upon him) said:

“There are people whom we left behind in Madinah who accompany us in spirit in every pass and valley we cross. They have been detained by a valid excuse.” –Sahih al‑Bukhari (Hadith 4423)

The language “accompany us in spirit,” and “every pass and valley,” is inclusive and reinforces the notion that the valid exemption never meant that they were left behind.

Jābir ibn ‘Abdullāh raḍyAllāhu 'anhu (may Allāh be pleased with him) further said that the Prophet Muhammad ṣallallāhu 'alayhi wa sallam (peace and blessings of Allāh be upon him) said:       

They shared the reward with you.” – Sahih Muslim (Hadith 1911)

Just as those companions were rewarded, despite physical absence, Muslims today who are exempted from Hajj can still share in the spiritual reward through intention and longing. The Prophet ṣallallāhu 'alayhi wa sallam (peace and blessings of Allāh be upon him) deliberately emphasized their belonging, preventing feelings of exclusion. The best way to honor those exempted is to include them in the way the Prophet Muhammad ṣallallāhu 'alayhi wa sallam (peace and blessings of Allāh be upon him) did when one had to physically stay behind.

Hajj is a pilgrimage of the body, but Dhul Hijjah is also a pilgrimage of the heart. My mom would turn on the live screening of those doing tawaf during Hajj, and when I was still able to walk, she would encourage me to pretend as if I were doing tawaf. I would try to walk across our living room seven times, just like pilgrims would circulate around the Kaabah 7 times. I may not be able to physically go for Hajj, but I trust that Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) accepted my trying to walk as if circulating around His Home.

The forgotten pilgrims are not forgotten by Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He). Their reward is preserved, their longing is honored, and they belong as part of this Ummah. Dhul Hijjah is a season of mercy, remembrance, and spiritual growth. The journeys of those exempted are written not in footsteps, but in patience, intention, and trust. For the wider community, honoring the “forgotten pilgrims” means shifting our language, recognizing obedience in exemption, and affirming that no believer is left behind, just like those in the seerah were never left behind.

 

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Connecting With Al-Fattah And Ash-Shakur This Dhul Hijjah

Muslim Matters - 22 May, 2026 - 19:11

Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) is Al-Fattāḥ — the One Who opens doors and creates pathways, granting His Servants opportunities to increase in reward and closeness to Him. The first ten days of Dhul Hijjah are among the greatest manifestations of this divine mercy; these days are among the most beloved to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) and are filled with immense spiritual blessing.

The Prophet ﷺ said:

“There are no days in which righteous deeds are more beloved to Allah than these ten days.” [Sahih al-Bukhari]

Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) as Al-Fattāh not only opens doors, but unlocks hearts and minds. In a world frequently consumed by endless distractions and a pervasive heedlessness, the arrival of Dhul Hijjah serves as an important reminder for all believers. It resoundingly affirms that, irrespective of our past failings and the daily clamour, the door to Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) boundless Mercy and Forgiveness always remains open. This sacred period emphasises that heartfelt repentance for transgressions, remembrance of the Divine, and every sincere act of worship, whether big or small, are never dismissed or deemed insignificant in the all-encompassing sight of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He). These precious deeds are immensely valued and carry profound weight, offering believers a unique opportunity for spiritual elevation and renewed connection.

These blessed days are not merely sacred moments in the Islamic calendar; they embody Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) infinite Mercy, serving as a divine invitation for His Servants to draw closer to Him.

These blessed days also reveal Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) as Ash-Shakūr — the Most Appreciative — who values even the smallest sincere deed and multiplies it beyond measure. What may seem insignificant to people is never insignificant with Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He). A quiet duʿā, a hidden act of worship, or a moment of sincere repentance may become immense in reward through His mercy and generosity.

Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) says:

Whoever comes [on the Day of Judgement] with a good deed will have ten times the like thereof [to his credit], and whoever comes with an evil deed will not be recompensed except the like thereof; and they will not be wronged.” [Surah Al-An’am; 6:160)

The Importance of These Ten Days  – Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) Swears By Them in the Qur’an

The first ten days of Dhul Hijjah possess immense virtue and sacredness. Their significance is such that Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) swears by them in the Qur’an:

“By the dawn, and by the ten nights.” [Surah Al-Fajr; 89:1–2]

Many classical scholars explained that these “ten nights” refer to the first ten days of Dhul Hijjah, highlighting their unique status and spiritual excellence.

 – The Greatest Acts of Worship Converge Within Them

The first ten days of Dhul Hijjah combine Islam’s greatest acts of worship in a way unmatched during the rest of the year. Among the greatest moments of these blessed days is the Day of ‘Arafah — a day upon which hearts turn to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) in repentance, hope, and longing for His Mercy and Pardon.

Aisha raḍyAllāhu 'anha (may Allāh be pleased with her) reported Allah’s Messenger ṣallallāhu 'alayhi wa sallam (peace and blessings of Allāh be upon him) saying:

There is no day when God sets free more servants from Hell than the Day of ‘Arafa. He draws near, then praises them to the angels, saying: What do these want?” [Muslim]

 – Days of Devotion 

The first ten days of Dhul Hijjah connect deeply to Prophet Ibrahim’s 'alayhi'l-salām (peace be upon him) legacy of submission, sincerity, and trust in Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He). The rituals of Hajj revive these meanings and remind believers that true faith is demonstrated through devotion and obedience to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He).

For millions of Muslims, this period is marked by the sacred pilgrimage of Hajj, a deeply meaningful act of devotion grounded in modesty, atonement, and spiritual rebirth. Nevertheless, the grace of these days is not exclusive to those who are physically in Makkah. The pathways to forgiveness, worship, and closeness to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) are open to every believer who genuinely seeks Him.

Connecting With Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) During These Blessed Days

These sacred days invite believers to respond to Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) Openings through sincere worship and reflection. Whether through repentance, duʿā, remembrance, or quiet acts of devotion, the goal is not simply increased action, but a heart that reconnects with Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) through sincerity and humility.

Many people do not drift spiritually through outright rejection, but through gradual distraction. The heart becomes consumed by routine, responsibilities, exhaustion, and constant noise until spiritual distance quietly settles within it. Dhul Hijjah arrives as a mercy from Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) precisely because hearts forget and constantly need opportunities to return. 

Human beings are not constant in worship. Faith fluctuates, sincerity weakens, and spiritual exhaustion quietly settles within the soul. 

Allah, as Al-Fattāḥ, opens doors of return not because His Servants are perfect, but because He knows how often they fall short, become heedless, and drift.

These blessed days also remind believers that connecting to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) through His beautiful and majestic Names is not simply about calling upon Him, but about living with the meanings of those names deeply rooted within the heart. 

Ash-Shakūr teaches believers not to become enslaved to worldly recognition or validation. People may overlook sincerity, forget sacrifice, and fail to recognise quiet acts of goodness, yet nothing done for Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) is ever lost with Him. What is unnoticed by people is fully known to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), who multiplies reward far beyond what the deed itself may seem to deserve.

The Prophet ﷺ taught that whoever enumerates the ninety-nine names of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) will enter Paradise. Scholars explained that this does not simply mean memorising Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) Names, but truly knowing Him through them — reflecting upon their meanings, calling upon Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) through them, and living with their realities rooted deeply within the heart.

Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), as Al-Fattāḥ, reminds believers that nothing is beyond His Power to unlock, ease, or transform. Doors that appear permanently closed to people are never closed to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), nor are hearts beyond His Guidance and Mercy. Likewise, Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), as Ash-Shakūr, reminds believers that Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) Love and Generosity toward His Servants are manifested in the way He recognises, appreciates, and magnifies even acts performed sincerely for His sake.

The more a believer truly knows Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) through His Names and Attributes, the more the heart finds peace in Him, hope in Him, and nearness to Him.

The first ten days of Dhul Hijjah are among the greatest blessings Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) grants His Servants throughout the year. These sacred days are not just for worship, but for return, renewal, and nearness to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He)

O Allah, You are Al-ʿAfūw and Al-Ghafūr; You love to pardon and forgive, so forgive us and overlook our shortcomings.

O Al-Fattāḥ, open for us the doors of Your mercy and guidance.

O Allah, our Lord of perfect grace and immense generosity, 

You are Ash-Shakūr, so accept our small deeds and multiply them through Your grace and mercy.

Allow these blessed days to become a means of drawing nearer to You, and make us among those who return to You with sincere hearts. 

Ameen.

 

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San Diego’s Muslim community picks up the pieces after mass shooting: ‘We’re just your neighbors’

The Guardian World news: Islam - 22 May, 2026 - 13:00

The Islamic Center of San Diego, rocked by tragedy, opens its doors again to support its congregants and welcome outsiders

Teacher’s assistant Iman Khatib was administering tests at the elementary school inside the Islamic Center of San Diego (ICSD) when she heard the bangs. She locked the classroom door, turned off the lights, silenced her phone and walkie-talkie, and crawled under a desk with her co-worker.

In the preschool classrooms nearby, three- and four-year-olds did the same – staying completely silent, hiding in corners, following the protocols they had been taught during drills. Outside, the first-grade class was at recess when the first shot rang out.

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Deadly Attack at San Diego Mosque Sends Shockwaves

Muslim Matters - 21 May, 2026 - 19:21

The Islamic Society of San Diego

 

Tragedy struck the Muslim community of San Diego in a murderous attack by a pair of armed teenagers who killed three people, including a security guard, before shooting themselves at a mosque on 18 May 2026 in what the city police are investigating as a hate crime. At least one suspect who attacked the Islamic Center of San Diego is reported to have been suicidal, but the attackers also left a racist, anti-Islamic screed that strongly suggests an anti-Islamic motive.

Casualties and Tributes

Amin Abdullah

Hours before the shooting, the suspects, Cain Clark and Caleb Vasquez, were already on the police radar after a woman reported that her suicidal son had run away from home with weapons. He and his collaborator made for and attacked the Islamic Center, which includes a school in a part of the city with a strong Muslim presence. The police arrived four minutes after the shooting began, but by then five people had been killed.

Among them was a security guard, Amin Abdullah, who lost his life as he tried to intercept the assailants. After this father of eight was killed on the first day of Dhul-Hijjah 1447, Muslims widely shared his fitting last post on the social media outlet Facebook, which is worth reproducing:

“What is success? To many people success is financial stability, good reputation, beauty, etc. As for ME! Wallahi, thumma Wallahi. It is returning back to Allah OUR creator with the same pure soul he loaned me at birth. Having the Mala’ikah of Allahu Ta’ala saying “don’t fear and don’t grieve, but receive the glad tidings of Jannah which you were promised by the Most forgiving and the most merciful”. May Allahu ta’ala grant us Husnal Khatimah, AAAMEEEN”

Nadir Awad

“It is fair to say his actions were heroic,” said San Diego police chief Scott Wahl of Abdullah’s last moments. “Undoubtedly he saved lives today.”

Preacher Uthman Farooq, who knows the family, said that Abdullah “wanted to defend the innocent so he decided to become a security guard.”

The Islamic Center hailed Abdullah as “a courageous man who put himself on the line of the safety of others, who even in his last moments did not stop protecting our community.”

The other casualties, Nadir Awad and Mansoor Kaziha, were also saluted for their courage by members of the community. Asim Billoo described Kaziha, also known as Abul-Ez, as “the caretaker of our community” in a public salute: “When danger arrived at our school, he did not hesitate. He shielded our children from the shooters, placing his life between them and harm. He lived his life serving us, and he left this world protecting our future.”

Mansour Kaziha (Abu’l Izz)

Of Awad, Billoo added, “Uncle Nadir lived his life as a devoted neighbor to the house of Allah, and today, he proved the depth of that devotion. Hearing the danger, he ran from the safety of his own home toward the masjid, rushing to apprehend the murderers and save the children. We pray Allah grants him the highest rank as a neighbor of Allah ﷻ in Jannah.”

The efforts of these martyrs saved the lives of other worshippers, many of whom were children. Witnesses testified to the terror of the encounter, where Awad’s wife and the husband of the kindergarten teacher also rushed to protect the children. Teacher Iman Khatib-Villarreal paid tribute to the “real men” who sacrificed their lives to protect others, and saluted “the best start to every morning…Brother Amin Abdullah, the truthful servant of Allah as his name translates.”

Costs of Islamophobia

“We are considering this a hate crime until it’s not,” said Wahl. This was based at least in part on the incendiary rhetoric found in the killers’ car, which mentioned “racial pride”, dealt in anti-Islamic rhetoric, and glorified Brendan Tarrant, the Australian mass murderer who massacred 51 Muslims at a New Zealand mosque in 2019: a particularly savage reminder of the consequences of Islamophobic rhetoric that has only spiralled in the mid-2010s.

Mosque director and imam Taha Hassane said, “It is extremely outrageous to target a place of worship. Our Islamic centre is a place of worship.”

There has been a surge in anti-Muslim rhetoric in recent years, much of it driven by pro-Israel agitators such as Laura Loomer, a far-right propagandist who has the ear of Donald Trump. In the aftermath of the attack, Loomer shared a 2023 social media post by Hassane’s wife, which condemned Israel’s genocide of Palestinians, casting doubt on both the very real murders at San Diego and vilifying the congregation with what came dangerously close to incitement:

For his part Trump, who has not hesitated to join in anti-Muslim rhetoric when it suits him, particularly against such communities as Somali-Americans, feebly described the attack as “a terrible situation”.

While San Diego mayor Todd Gloria condemned the attack and expressed sympathy with the city’s Muslim community, an unnamed protester was unconvinced. “Our Muslim brothers and sisters have been talking to you for how long?” she demanded, accusing him of emboldening “Zionist propaganda” and would “keep doing it as long as it lines your ****ing pockets, won’t it. Do something!” It is worth noting that much of the anti-Muslim rhetoric in the United States, as in Europe, has been systematically pushed by pro-Israel networks as well as by organs of the Israeli state.

Tazheen Nizam, the San Diego head for advocacy group Council of American-Islamic Relations, sent condolences to the community, saying, “No one should ever fear for their safety while attending prayers or studying at an elementary school.”

Politicians and elected officials condemned the attack. San Diego congresswoman Sara Jacobs wrote, “I’m devastated for those students, worshippers, and the Clairemont community. Everyone should be able to pray, worship, and learn in peace.”

California governor Gavin Newsom also sent condolences: “California sends our deepest condolences to the families and communities impacted by today’s shooting. Worshippers anywhere should not have to fear for their lives…To the San Diego Muslim community: California stands with you.”

Reactions have come from beyond California: Maryland governor Wes Moore wrote, “Islamophobia has no home in Maryland and we stand with our communities in their time of uncertainty and concern.”

New York City mayor Zohran Mamdani, perhaps the most visible Muslim American politician of recent years, promised to beef up reinforce security for mosques in his city, adding, “Islamophobia endangers Muslim communities across this country. We must confront it directly and stand together against the politics of fear and division.” Mamdani’s successful election campaign in 2025 had withstood a barrage of particularly pointed, vitriolic anti-Muslim rhetoric that has yet to entirely ebb.

Like other episodes of anti-Muslim violence that have spiralled in recent years, the attack in San Diego demonstrated the extreme endpoint of such rhetoric.

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The APA Gave Him A Human Rights Award. Then They Cut His Microphone For Talking About Gaza.

Muslim Matters - 21 May, 2026 - 18:06

Dr. Mansoor Malik is a professor of psychiatry at John Hopkins. For most of his career, his work has been what you’d expect from a clinician-educator at a major academic medical center: healthcare worker wellbeing, peer support programs, minority physician mentorship, geriatric psychiatry. He helped build the RISE program at Hopkins, a peer support model for clinicians in distress. He trained residents. He published on burnout and resilience. He served as president of the Washington Psychiatric Society.

Then Gaza happened, and Dr. Malik turned his scholarly attention to a question the profession was not ready for: what happens to the people who watch? The clinicians, the observers, the professionals in institutions that issue statements about human rights, while looking away from the largest assault on a healthcare system in modern memory. He started writing about moral injury, the guilt and shame that come from witnessing atrocities your institution refuses to name, and about what he describes as moral invalidation: the mechanism by which institutions deny suffering not by disputing its existence but by deciding that naming it is more dangerous than the suffering itself.

He did not keep this work quiet. In December 2024, he co-authored a piece in Mondoweiss with two other psychiatrists, Dr. Ravi Chandra and Dr. Gary Belkin, arguing that major U.S. medical organizations had failed their ethical obligations on Gaza. That despite overwhelming documentation of medical war crimes and findings of plausible genocide from the ICJ and Amnesty International, the profession had chosen silence. In a 2025 follow-up, he went further and named the institution directly: “The silence of the APA over the Gaza genocide is unacceptable.”

The APA, the American Psychiatric Association, read all of this. A body that publishes the DSM and sets the professional standard for every psychiatrist in America. They read all of it, and it did not come as a surprise.

They had expended considerable effort in blocking his work. He and his co-authors described it themselves in the December 2024 Mondoweiss piece: their efforts to establish a peace caucus within the APA were shut down by leadership. Proposals to include seminars about Islamophobia, the Gaza genocide, or even interfaith peace promotion at the APA Annual Meeting were rejected. Any attempt to highlight civilian suffering in Gaza, they wrote, was labeled “pro-Hamas” or “supporting terror.” The door was closed, repeatedly.

And then, a door seemed to open. About a year and a half after the publication of that article, the APA awarded him their Chester Pierce Human Rights Award.

The Chester Pierce Award is an endowed lectureship named after the Black Harvard psychiatrist who coined the term microaggressions, the idea that small, repeated acts of psychological hostility accumulate into measurable harm. The award was established in 1990 to honor individuals who bring attention to human rights abuses affecting populations with mental health needs. It was renamed for Pierce in 2017 and endowed in 2021. It comes with a lectureship at the APA Annual Meeting, a travel stipend, and a plaque. It is not a casual recognition.

The APA gave this award to a man who had publicly called their silence on Gaza unacceptable. Whatever internal calculus led to the decision, the result was that an organization that had blocked Dr. Malik’s Gaza advocacy for years chose to honor him with an award named after the psychiatrist who built his career confronting institutional racism.

Dr. Malik titled his lecture “From Microaggression to Mass Violence: Psychological Autopsy of the Gaza Genocide.” The word genocide was in the title from the beginning. When the APA approved the lecture, when they scheduled it, when they published the abstract, when they listed it on the conference app, the word was right there, in the title they signed off on.

He planned to take Chester Pierce’s original insight and extend it to the institutional scale. Not just individual microaggressions, the macro version. The institutional denial of suffering. The systems-level refusal to name what is happening. The question his lecture asked was: what happens when a profession built to recognize psychological damage learns to look away from the largest concentration of psychological damage on earth?

Incoming APA President-Elect Rahn Bailey endorsed Dr. Malik’s nomination in writing, stating that his work “perfectly embodies the spirit of Dr. Chester Pierce’s legacy.”

The APA knew what Dr. Malik was going to say. They knew because he had been saying it publicly for over a year. They gave him the award anyway. And then they published his words on their own website. In December, his column. In April, their profile of him.

In December 2025, Psychiatric News, the APA’s online publication, ran a full Viewpoints column by Dr. Malik titled “Should Moral Injury Become a New Psychiatric Diagnosis?” It was not a cautious piece. He wrote about Gaza in terms no reader could misunderstand:

“Physicians amputating without anesthesia, aid workers blocked from delivering food, and soldiers confessing feelings of guilt of being complicit in the murder of children.”

The APA published the phrase “murder of children” on its own website, under Dr. Malik’s byline, with editorial review, and distributed it to 38,000 members.

He went further. He argued that psychiatry has a moral obligation not just to treat the wounded but to confront the structures that wound them. “Silence in the face of atrocities and injustice compounds the injury,” he wrote, “for both victims and clinicians.”

The APA published that sentence on their own website, under their own masthead.

Then, in April 2026, one month before the conference, Psychiatric News ran a second piece, a feature interview announcing Dr. Malik as the Chester Pierce Award recipient. He told the reporter exactly what he planned to say in his lecture, naming Palestinians explicitly.

Two published pieces on the APA’s own website. Six months apart. Both explicitly about Gaza, moral injury, and the psychiatric profession’s obligation to name suffering rather than look away. Both editorially reviewed, approved, and distributed to the entire membership.

And then.

***

Fifteen minutes before the session. Fifteen. APA staff started deleting. The abstract: gone. The co-presenters, Austina Cho and Ravi Chandra: erased from the program, their names removed without notification. The slide deck: access stripped. The session title: changed. Where the conference app had read “Chester Pierce Human Rights Award: From Microaggression to Mass Violence: Psychological Autopsy of the Gaza Genocide,” it now read only “Chester Pierce Human Rights Award.” The content scooped out. The shell left standing.

Fifteen minutes. That’s how long it took the largest psychiatric organization in America to gut its own award lecture. Fifteen minutes to undo months of vetting, approval, publication, and promotion.

An APA board member walked into Room 314 at the Moscone Convention Center in San Francisco and told the audience the lecture was being “postponed” for “safety concerns.”

The room was packed. Standing room only. Psychiatrists who had flown in from across the country and around the world to be there. They did not leave.

Dr. Malik did not leave.

The APA said he would still receive the award. But that he could not deliver the lecture the award was supposed to honor.

He refused to step down. The audience refused to disperse. So the APA cut the microphones.

The American Psychiatric Association, at its own annual conference, cut the microphone of its own human rights award recipient, in a room full of its own members, because he was going to talk about Gaza. The same Gaza that appeared in his column on their website in December. The same Gaza that they quoted him discussing in their own profile of him in April.

What happened next was not the lecture (it couldn’t be, without amplification or slides) but an open mic session where audience members stood up, one after another, and spoke. A former APA president described the backlash she faced when she invited Desmond Tutu to address the organization in 2011. Dr. Malik’s own supervisor from Johns Hopkins described being threatened with the loss of his research funding in the early 2000s for using the phrase “occupied territory.” Multiple psychiatrists, of all religions and backgrounds, stood up and called for APA board resignations. One attendee wrote in the conference app’s comment section: “This was by far the best session I’ve been to all week and the speaker didn’t even get to speak.”

***

Psychiatrists who wrote to APA leadership about what happened in Room 314 discovered the censorship had a second layer.

Their emails were blocked.

Not bounced. Not sent to spam. Blocked at the server level. The APA’s email system rejected the messages before they reached anyone.

Psychiatrists tried from multiple email addresses. Blocked. They compared notes. The pattern became clear: any email containing Dr. Malik’s name or the lecture title was being filtered out. The APA had configured its own email infrastructure to reject communications about its own award recipient.

The APA censored a lecture about Gaza. Then, when psychiatrists tried to write to the APA about the censorship, the APA censored the complaints about the censorship. Two layers of silencing. The lecture, and then the response to the lecture.

Some resorted to character substitutions. M@ns00r Mal1k. Ch3ster Pi3rce. Palest1nians. Board-certified psychiatrists deliberately misspelling a colleague’s name like teenagers dodging a content filter on a gaming platform, because the largest professional organization in their field had decided that his name was a keyword to be blocked.

When the character substitutions proved unreliable, at least one psychiatrist faxed the letter. In 2026. Faxed it. Because the American Psychiatric Association had made it impossible to email them about their own human rights award.

This is not an isolated incident. Springer published a chapter by Palestinian psychiatrist Samah Jabr in an Islamophobia textbook, a chapter the editors called “a rare but needed Palestinian perspective,” then retracted it.

The pattern is the same every time. The content clears the institution’s own review process. It gets approved. And then the pressure arrives. Not before the review, when it might be mistaken for legitimate peer critique, but after, when the only purpose it can serve is suppression. The content is never engaged on its merits. The goal is to make the institutional cost of keeping it higher than the cost of pulling it.

The APA decided, fifteen minutes before Dr. Malik’s lecture, that the cost of pulling it was lower. That calculation only works if no one responds. If the suppression is quiet, the institution pays nothing. If it is loud, the equation changes.

Dr. Malik’s work, the recent work, the work that earned him this award, centers on a single observation: that institutions do not deny suffering by saying suffering does not exist. They deny it by deciding that naming it is more dangerous than the suffering itself. They do not say “we disagree with your findings.” They say, “your findings cannot be spoken here.” The suffering becomes unspeakable not because it is contested but because it is inconvenient.

Dr. Malik didn’t need the microphone. The APA made his argument for him.

***

Dr. Malik is delivering the lecture that the APA suppressed. On Sunday, May 25, he will present “From Microaggression to Mass Violence: Psychological Autopsy of the Gaza Genocide” at a webinar hosted by Doctors Against Genocide. No APA approval required. No microphone to cut. No email filter to hide behind.

If you are a psychiatrist, a physician, a mental health professional, a Muslim who has ever watched an institution smile at you while it erased you: attend. Share the link. Send it to every colleague who still believes that following the rules protects you.

Dr. Malik followed every rule. He earned the endorsement of the APA’s own incoming president. He published his plans on the APA’s own website, not once, but twice. He told the APA directly, in public, that their silence on Gaza was unacceptable. They gave him an award for it. And fifteen minutes before he could speak, they deleted his words from their website, removed his colleagues from the program, and cut his microphone.

The rules were never meant to protect him. They were meant to make the silencing look procedural.

Register here: https://doctorsagainstgenocide.org/events

 

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Livestream: How to sell a genocide

Electronic Intifada - 21 May, 2026 - 07:42

Adam Johnson discusses how US and international media promoted Israel’s false claims and shut out Palestinian voices and the truth. Jon Elmer analyzes military confrontations in South Lebanon in the tenth week of the war.

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The Guardian World news: Islam - 21 May, 2026 - 06:00

The move against the boss of London’s Southbank Centre sends a forbidding message about who is and isn’t seen as fit to lead in UK culture

I met Tommy Robinson once. It was 10 years ago exactly, during one of his many failed attempts to mainstream Islamophobia in British politics with a new “movement” called Pegida – a copycat of Germany’s far-right Patriotic Europeans Against the Islamisation of the West.

There was little memorable about this “launch”, which as a social affairs editor for Sky News I was sent to cover, only to discover a pitiful gathering of a few blokes at a pub near Luton. The thing that does stand out in my memory is what Robinson, whose real name is Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, said to me. “It’s the Muslims that are a problem,” he said. “But you’re all right. You speak English. You’re like us.”

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Stoning The Jamarat: Naming The True Enemy

Muslim Matters - 21 May, 2026 - 05:10

I attended Ḥajj at the end of 2006, just four months after embracing Islam. I was still in college with no real financial means, yet I was blessed with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join an American delegation. During that journey, I met the King, the Grand Mufti Shaykh ‘Abdul ‘Azīz ibn ‘Abdillāh, and several other notable figures—though as a new Muslim, I only vaguely grasped their significance. People advised me to ask the King for something, suggesting he might be generous, perhaps even offer a scholarship to the Islamic University of Madinah. But when I stepped forward to shake his hand, nothing came to mind except a single thought, “I hope you and I will make it to Paradise.”

The full meaning of that experience only unfolded over time, as I grew in knowledge and matured into adulthood. Yet one of its most intense moments came near the end of the journey, during the stoning of the Jamarāt. These are pillars representing Satan, at which pilgrims cast pebbles in remembrance of Ibrahim’s ﷺ triumph over the devil.

As a zealous new Muslim, I was determined to follow the Sunnah as closely as possible. The majority of scholars hold that the optimal time for the stoning is after zawāl, when the sun begins its descent just past noon. My Shaykh had advised me to delay it due to the crowds—a responsible concession, grounded in well-known legal opinions. But a group of us, stubborn in our youth, went ahead anyway, carried by a sense of invincibility. I did not even know that a stampede had occurred the previous year at that exact time, killing nearly 400 pilgrims.

The scene was chaotic—far more dangerous than we had anticipated. Masses surged forward as people hurled large rocks and even their shoes at the pillars. We became trapped in a sea of bodies, jostled as if tossed by ocean waves. At one point, a caravan from one of the countries forced its way into the crowd with reckless abandon, showing little regard for the safety of others. I nearly fell and would have been trampled had I not seized the shoulders of an unknown brother—himself from an unknown land—who steadied me. I cast my pebbles (not rocks) at the pillars and fled through a sudden opening, as if Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) had parted the sea just long enough for my escape.

On the other side, I found myself alone. I had lost my shoes and my favorite hat, and I had lost sight of the friends who had been with me. I walked back to our tent by myself. My Shaykh was relieved to see me, but one of our companions was still missing. We remained on edge for hours until we finally found him in another tent. A group of French Muslims had taken him in and fed him lunch—truly among the kindest people I have ever met.

This was not how it was meant to be. One of the Companions, Qudamah ibn ‘Abdillah, said, “I saw the Prophet ﷺ stoning the Jamarāt at Ḥajj while he was on his camel. There was no hitting, nor crowding, nor anyone shouting for people to move.”1 The stoning itself is a deliberate act of moderation and restraint, with small pebbles, not rocks, shoes, or anything else. Ibn ‘Abbas had picked up seven pebbles, small like those used for flicking. The Prophet ﷺ took them, saying, “Like these, so throw them,” then he announced, “O people, beware of excessiveness in religion, for those who came before you were only destroyed by excessiveness in religion.”2 The Prophet ﷺ had explicitly cautioned against the very excess I witnessed centuries later, in that same place—as if he knew it would come to pass.

We lamented the experience as we struggled to make sense of what had happened. Was it ignorance, misplaced zeal, or perhaps selfishness? We could not fully understand what we had witnessed, but something the Shaykh said stayed with us: “Hajj is a barometer of the state of the Ummah. The problems you see here are the problems you will find everywhere.”

Submission in Stoning

More than two decades later, I have had the opportunity to reflect more deeply on the meaning of the stoning of the Jamarāt. What does this ritual signify? What are we meant to learn from it? Is it merely symbolic, or are we, in some sense, literally stoning Satan? Can it be understood rationally, or does it ultimately belong to the realm of divine mystery?

Imām al-Ghazālī, one of the greatest minds produced by the Ummah, explains the inner meanings (asrār) of stoning the Jamarāt:

“As for stoning the pillars, intend by it submission to the command of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He)—manifesting servitude and slavery—and rising to pure compliance, without any share for the intellect or the ego in it.

Then intend by it to imitate Ibrahim, peace be upon him, when Iblis—may Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) curse him—appeared to him at that place, seeking to cast doubt into his pilgrimage or tempt him into disobedience. So Allah Almighty commanded him to stone him, driving him away and cutting off his hope.

If it occurs to you, ‘Satan appeared to him, and he saw him, so he stoned him—but as for me, Satan does not appear to me,’ then know that this very thought is from Satan. It is he who casts it into your heart to weaken your resolve in the stoning, and to make you imagine that it is an act without benefit, resembling mere play, so that you neglect it. So repel him from yourself with seriousness and resolve in the stoning, in spite of Satan.

And know that outwardly you are throwing pebbles at the pillar, but in reality, you are striking the face of Satan and breaking his back. For nothing humiliates him except your compliance with the command of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), glorifying Him purely for His command—without any share in it for the ego or the intellect.”3

Stoning the pillars is an act of submission to the command of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), in opposition to lower desires and whims—even when its wisdom resists purely rational explanation. Satan is the committed enemy of all people, as Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) said,

“Tell My servants to say only what is best. Satan certainly seeks to sow discord among them. Satan is indeed a sworn enemy to humankind.” [Surah Al-‘Isra’; 17:53]

Identifying Our Unyielding Enemy

Yet unlike external enemies, Satan’s battlefield lies within the hearts and minds of people, manifesting as evil thoughts and the impulse to act upon them.

As we stone the pillars, we acknowledge the presence of this cosmic evil and name the enemy for what he truly is. The Prophet ﷺ said, “Verily, Satan flows through the human being like the flowing of blood.”4 The devil operates within us, exploiting our ignorance and furnishing excuses for our worst inclinations. The Prophet ﷺ warned us about catastrophic consequences, “Verily, Satan has given up that those who pray will ever worship him, so rather he incites discord between them.”5 Imam al-Nawawi commented, “Rather, Satan strives to incite discord between them with conflicts, hostility, wars, tribulations, and so on.”6 And so it has come to pass—across time and space, again and again, to this very day.

The righteous predecessors had a clear understanding of the true enemy: it was not the unbelievers, the idolaters, or the heretics. They did not fear advancing armies as much as they feared an evil reckoning with Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), brought about by their own sins, orchestrated by malevolence from the Unseen realm. The righteous Caliph, ‘Umar ibn ‘Abdul ‘Azīz, would take pledges from his military leaders, saying:

“There is nothing of the hostility of your enemies that deserves more caution than your own selves and those with you who are sinfully disobedient to Allah. For I fear the sins of our people more than the plots of their enemies. Verily, we were only transgressed by our enemy and given divine support over them due to their sinful disobedience. Were it not for that, we would have no power over them.”7

Satan is the only enduring enemy whose hostility toward humanity never ceases. People, nations, and states, by contrast, can change, reconcile, or even embrace Islam. Some of the Prophet’s ﷺ fiercest enemies later became among his most devoted Companions, or at the very least ended their violent opposition to him. The true conflict, then, is waged within the realm of human hearts and thoughts, only spilling into the physical world at certain times.

Ḥātim al-Aṣamm, one of the great sages of the Ummah, teaches us to identify our true enemy:

“I saw that everyone has an enemy, so I said I would find out who mine is. As for one who backbites me, he is not my enemy, nor one who takes something from me; he is not my enemy. Rather, my enemy is one who commands me to disobey Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) when I am obeying Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He). Thus, I saw that in Satan and his soldiers, so I took them as my enemy, and I waged war between us. I darted my bow, drew my arrow, and never let him come near me.”8

Thus, the enemy is named—his war against us declared before we were even born, his intransigence everlasting until the Day of Judgment. Our weapons are not swords, bullets, or bombs, which mean nothing to him; rather, they are among his favored instruments. No, our weapons more closely resemble shields than spears. The Messenger of Allah ﷺ said, “Take up your shields.” They said, “O Messenger of Allah, is the enemy present?” The Prophet ﷺ said, “No, rather your shields from the Hellfire are to declare the glory of Allah, the praise of Allah, there is no God but Allah, and Allah is the greatest. Verily, they will come on the Day of Resurrection as saviors and guardian angels, and they are ‘righteous deeds everlasting.’”9

The Shield of Rememberance

Satan’s arrows are the evil thoughts and base impulses he provokes, leading people into disobedience to their Creator. Greed, envy, malice, lust, vanity, arrogance, pride, and rage are among his machinations. Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) has named him “the lurking whisperer” in the final chapter of the Qur’an—repelled by hearts that turn to Him in remembrance.10 A man came to the Prophet ﷺ saying, “O Messenger of Allah, one of us has thoughts within himself, suggesting something that would make him love to be reduced to charcoal rather than to speak of it.” The Prophet ﷺ said, “Allah is the greatest! Allah is the greatest! Allah is the greatest! All praise is due to Allah, who has turned back the plot of the whisperer.”11 Mujahid explained, “The lurking whisperer is Satan over the heart of a human. When one remembers Allah, he withdraws.”12

The remembrance of Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) in the heart pushes back Satan, not merely the uttered words. Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) said,

“Indeed, when Satan whispers to those mindful of Allah, they remember their Lord, then they start to see clearly.” [Surah Al-‘Araf: 7;201]

“But the devils persistently plunge their associates deeper into wickedness, sparing no effort.” [Surah Al-‘Araf: 7;202]

Prayers, supplications, and acts of remembrance redirect our attention to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), rather than to Satan’s insinuations; the key to overcoming him, then, is to disengage from his whispering. Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymīyah writes, “If the shepherd’s dog troubles you, do not busy yourself warring and defending against it. You must appeal to the shepherd, who will direct the dog away from you and suffice you.”13 When the mind turns to Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) and away from an evil thought, the satanic whisper dissolves into nothingness.

The Companions were equipped with knowledge of Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) Names and Attributes, His commands, and the moral compass of His Messenger ﷺ, prioritizing these above all else before any external strategy of warfare was devised. The Prophet ﷺ told them, “Shall I not tell you of the best of your deeds, which is the purest to your King, which raises you among your ranks, which is better for you than spending gold and money in charity, and which is better for you than meeting your enemy and striking the necks of each other?” They said, “Of course!” The Prophet ﷺ said, “It is the remembrance of Allah Almighty.”14

Know, then, that stoning the Jamarāt is your recognition of the true enemy, one who flows within you, waiting patiently for any opportunity to lead you astray. The pebbles you cast at the pillars do not harm him; rather, every declaration of Allah’s subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) Greatness—Allāhu Akbar—strikes him with frustration and defeat. When you internalize this reality upon completing the ritual and your Ḥajj as a whole, you have come to understand the nature of evil and the means to overcome it. Victory begins with saving yourself from the devil’s plots, then teaching the path of purification to those around you—one heart at a time.

Success comes from Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He), and Allah subḥānahu wa ta'āla (glorified and exalted be He) knows best.

 

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1     al-Tirmidhī, Sunan al-Tirmidhī (Dār al-Ġarb al-Islāmī, 1998), 2:237 #903; the narration is authentic (ṣaḥīḥ) according to al-Tirmidhī in his comments.2     Ibn Mājah, Sunan Ibn Mājah (Dār al-Risālah al-ʿĀlamiyyah, 2009), 4:228 #3209; the narration is authentic (ṣaḥīḥ) according to Shaykh Shuʻayb al-Arna’ūṭ in his comments.3    Abū Ḥāmid al- Ghazzālī, Iḥyā’ ’Ulūm al-Dīn (Dār al-Maʻrifah, 1980), 1:2704    Muslim ibn al-Ḥajjāj al-Qushayrī, Ṣaḥīḥ Muslim (Dār Iḥyāʼ al-Kutub al-ʻArabīyah, 1955), 4:1712 #2174.5    al-Tirmidhī, Sunan al-Tirmidhī, 3:492 #1937; the narration is good (ḥasan) according to al-Tirmidhī in his comments.6    Yaḥyá ibn Sharaf al- Nawawī, Sharḥ al-Nawawī ‘alá Ṣaḥīḥ Muslim (Dār Iḥyā’ al-Turāth al-’Arabī, 1972), 17:156.7    Abū Nuʻaym, Ḥilyat al-Awliyā’ wa Ṭabaqāt al-Aṣfiyā’ (Maṭba’at al-Sa’ādah, 1974), 5:303.8    Abū Nuʻaym, Ḥilyat al-Awliyā’ wa Ṭabaqāt al-Aṣfiyā’ (Maṭba’at al-Sa’ādah, 1974), 8:79.9     al-Nasā’ī, al-Sunan al-Kubrá lil-Nasā’ī (Mu’assasat al-Risālah, 2001), 9:313 #10617; the narration is authentic (ṣaḥīḥ) according to Shaykh al-Albānī in Ṣaḥīḥ al-Jāmi’ al-Ṣaghīr wa Ziyādatihi (al-Maktab al-Islāmī, 1969), 1:612 #3214; note that this authentic narration is found in Imam al-Nasā’ī’s larger collection entitled al-Sunan al-Kubrá and not the smaller, more well-known collection entitled Sunan al-Nasā’ī.10    Sūrat al-Nās 114:4-6.11    Abū Dāwūd, Sunan Abī Dāwūd (Dār al-Risālah al-ʻĀlamīyah, 2009), 7:435 #5112; the narration is authentic (ṣaḥīḥ) according to Shaykh Shuʻayb al-Arna’ūṭ in his comments.12    Abū Ja’far al-Ṭabarī, Jāmiʻ al-Bayān ‘an Ta’wīl al-Qur’ān (Mu’assasat al-Risālah, 2000), 24:710.13     Ibn Qayyim al-Jawzīyah, Asrār al-Ṣalāh wal-Farq wal-Muwāzanah Bayna Dhawq al-Ṣalāh wal-Samā’ (Dār Ibn Ḥazm, 2003), 1:76.14    al-Tirmidhī, Sunan al-Tirmidhī, 5:389 #3377; the narration is authentic (ṣaḥīḥ) according to Shaykh al-Albānī in Ṣaḥīḥ al-Jāmi’, 1:513 #2629.

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Boy, nine, recounts deadly shooting at San Diego mosque: ‘We saw a bunch of bad stuff’

The Guardian World news: Islam - 19 May, 2026 - 19:08

Odai Shanah details being among the children forced to huddle in classroom during attack at Islamic Center

A nine-year-old boy has described witnessing Monday’s deadly shooting at the Islamic Center of San Diego, saying that he “saw bad stuff” and huddled in a closet during the attack.

Odai Shanah, whose mother emigrated from Gaza and settled in southern California two decades ago, told Reuters that he heard a barrage of gunshots coming from outside the walls of the mosque complex, which also houses an Islamic day school.

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