If you read one thing today let it be this, this, this:
They Pretend To Be Us While Pretending We Don’t Exist by Jenny Zhang via Buzzfeed.
We want to print and frame the entire masterpiece.
Congratulations to the brilliant, beautiful, & fierce Viola Davis on becoming the first African American woman to win the Emmy for best actress/drama! Read her speech below, or listen/watch here – she will bring tears to your eyes.
” ‘In my mind, I see a line. And over that line, I see green fields, and lovely flowers, and beautiful white women with their arms stretched out to me over that line, but I can’t seem to get there no how. I can’t seem to get over that line.’ That was Harriet Tubman in the 1800s.
And let me tell you something. The only thing that separates women of color from anyone else is opportunity. You cannot win an Emmy for roles that are simply not there. So here’s to all the writers, the awesome people… Shonda Rhimes. People who have redefined what it means to be beautiful, to be sexy, to be a leading woman. To be black. And to the Taraji P. Hensons, the Kerry Washingtons, the Halle Berrys, the Nicole Beharis, the Meagan Goods, to Gabrielle Union. Thank you for taking us over that line. Thank you, for the television academy.”
All the feels after reading this article on nerds uniting to support Sudanese-American boy genius Ahmed Mohamed & the outpouring of online support under the hashtag #IStandWithAhmed.
Brings home yet again the importance of solidarity with all minorities targeted by the police/racism. Stop criminalizing our black and brown kids, America.
RT @POTUS: Cool clock, Ahmed. Want to bring it to the White House? We should inspire more kids like you to like science. It’s what makes America great.
RT @HillaryClinton: Assumptions and fear don’t keep us safe—they hold us back. Ahmed, stay curious and keep building.
RT @MacrLamontHill: Hoping that the #istandwithahmed movement translates into a substantive national conversation on race, punishment, and incarceration.
Articles of note:
Dean Obeidallah: Ahmed Mohamed Is the Muslim Hero America’s Been Waiting For
Teju Cole: America’s Thirst for Heroism
Desis Rising Up & Moving (DRUM): Meet the Muslim Students Who Have Been Harassed at School for Less than a Clock
In honor of Jon Stewart’s last show tonight as host of the The Daily Show, we’re re-posting our piece, “Why Muslim Women Love Jon Stewart” which kicked off our (sadly unsuccessful) bid for Jon to be named People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive. Thanks for the news and laughs, Jon!❤ #JonVoyage
Buried in the “controversy” over Bradley Cooper’s selection as People magazine’s most recent Sexiest Man Alive is a little known fact: If you had polled American Muslim women the winner would have been — wait for it — Jon Stewart.
Every Monday through Thursday, thousands of Muslim women across the country eagerly tune in to Comedy Central to watch The Daily Show — ok, let’s be real — we’re really tuning in to check out Jon. With his great hair, fine Armani suits, intelligence, and deadpan delivery, what’s not to love? Plus, he speaks truth to power, often on social justice issues and current events that impact minorities, including the American Muslim community. He gets it.
Look, sometimes it’s tiring being a Muslim in America. Like all other Americans, we’re suffering through the recession, worried about job security, our mortgages and whether we’ll be able to afford health insurance. But, unlike other Americans, we can’t escape the bad news by turning on the TV because whenever we do that there’s YET ANOTHER opportunist saying something crazy about us!
So it’s a relief to know that, regardless of how the day’s events are spun on cable news and by politicos, we can come home after a long day at work, take off our heels, slip into something more comfortable and — spend the night with Jon.
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Today on Beacon Press’s blog, Beacon Broadside, Love InshAllah editor Nura Maznavi writes about why she’s not fasting this Ramadan:
[Ramadan] meant community when I moved away from home. During my seven years living in San Francisco, dozens of friends would cram into my tiny studio apartment to break fast, all of us away from our families. When I moved to Chicago as a new bride, I met most of my closest friends here during my first Ramadan. We were invited to an iftar almost every night, with people we’d only just met welcoming us newlyweds into their homes.
Over the years, I never missed a day of fasting, except for the few days each Ramadan I was on my period. (And even then, I pretended to fast, because I didn’t want everyone to know I was on my period.)
Then, last year, for the first time in almost thirty years, I didn’t fast.
Read more, here.
Thank you to our readers for voting us 1st and 2nd in our respective nominated categories of Best Female Blogger and Best Blog!
Congratulations to all the nominees and winners! Check them out for some wonderful reads.