Originally published at the author’s personal blog, Identity Crisis.
Perhaps it is absurd of me to think that Ramadan will ever be a time of peace and refection for me. From the moment I converted, my patience, my love for Islam and my faith have been constantly tested. Beyond the struggle of belonging to a non-Muslim family, the reconciliation of new acquired identities and the challenges of trying to fit in mainstream Muslim communities, this year I started Ramadan off surrounded by death.
As the month of Ramadan approached, and I prepared to fast, I lost my life partner in a sudden accident. He was planning to travel from Saudi Arabia to Canada and visit me this summer after Ramadan; but just a few days ago he was in a car accident. The news came as a shock to all who knew him…he was young, full of life and had many dreams.
Such an unexpected event brings about a sudden awareness of the fragility of earthly life, and it also show us the best and worst of the Muslim communities that surround us. Saad’s death is something I had to think and rethink in order to rationalize completely. I can’t say that the process is over yet. But his death has also made me question my own place among Muslims as a convert, as an Indigenous woman from Mexico and as a “sinner.”
I grew up in a conservative Catholic environment where the idea of the Original Sin continues to be preached as baptisms are recommended. Even though many Muslims reject the idea of sin from birth, I have found striking resemblances between ideas of sin and the “guilt” treatment perpetrated against those that “do not fit.” You have the sin of pre-marital relationships, the sin of LGBTQ love, the sin of not wearing certain garments, and the sin of being a woman of colour who questions and critiques mainstream interpretations, among others.
Saad’s passing was a constant reminder of my “sins” and the status that I have failed to acquire among mainstream Muslim communities in Canada and abroad.
The hours following the accident were extremely stressful. I not only had to come to terms with the loss of Saad, but the only contact I had with the events far in Saudi Arabia were through a friend. No contact from the family, no further details. After seven years of companionship our relationship is tainted by the lack of a proper marriage ceremony and the family’s lack of acceptance. I was never good enough for them or even Saad’s friends and acquaintances because of my nationality, my colour and my background. For many of them my worst sin was “tempting” a perfectly raised conservative Saudi man.
The loss of my partner was experienced from a distance. I had no right to the rituals, and I am still not entitled to the communal healing experience. Nonetheless, I have been blessed with a family who, despite the differences and religious disagreements, has been able to put all that aside to support me and honour the life of a Muslim who considered himself “a moderate practicing Sunni.”
Following the tradition of my mother’s land in southern Mexico, Saad’s picture stands in the living room along with flowers and candles that are lit every day. My family has attempted to guide his next “trip” with sweetgrass inspired by the tradition of some First Nations in the land where we are visitors. Nonetheless, they understood that Saad would want to be honoured in a “Muslim” way.
The few days preceding Ramadan were filled with anger and tears. Not only was my family denied any kind of “closure” ceremony by mainstream Muslim leaders because they are not Muslim, because there was no marriage contract or because that’s simply “not the way we do it,” but I was reminded that I am one more number in the Dawah books who will continue to be poorly supported by institutional Islam. You know, institutional Islam prides itself in saying that “X” number of women are converting to Islam, something I have discussed in my personal blog, but little support is provided to us convert women.
After several years as a convert I find myself wondering, why am I being punished? Because I am considered a fornicator? Because I am suspected to be less of a Muslim? Or because I do not believe that mainstream understandings of death and mourning help those of us who continue on?
As I went through the process of trying to honour Saad in a way meaningful to him, I discovered that many Muslims have a troubled relationship with death. Many fear it, neglect it and ignore it. Some believe that the responsibility to the dead ends with the burial of a body and the funeral rituals that often lack women and non-Muslims. Such an understanding of death clashes with mainstream Mexican understandings of loss and grief and certainly violate Indigenous views on the cycles of life and death.
Nevertheless, in the eyes of Muslim leaders in my community my reasons for wanting to honour Saad were not good enough. I was constantly told that this is bid’a, that this is not Islam and that I was engaging in a dangerous behaviour that could lead to a major sin. The options I was offered instead were to leave the issue alone and “move on.” A friend’s family member even told me, “you are still young and there are many men out there. Find another one.”
But among all the darkness of the past days, I was blessed with the help of a broader network of Muslims who, above all, believe that Islam should be about love, support and healing. I was not only offered support by El-Tawhid Juma Circle but also by Muslims for Progressive Values in Ottawa and Edmonton. My family was hosted by a United Church in Edmonton in a Muslim ceremony that honoured Saad’s memory and sought to ease the family’s healing process. Of course, very few Muslims attended, fearing being labelled as “sinners.”
After days of being treated with skepticism and being categorized as a “sinner,” I stand in the middle of the month of Ramadan not questioning my faith, or the tragic events that led to Saad’s passing, but instead questioning the purpose of my own shahadah. What does it mean to be a Muslim convert when every time I have needed support I have had to scramble for it? What does it mean to “be part” of a community who questions my ethnic and racial background and doubts my knowledge and faith? What does it mean to be a “good” Muslim vs. a “sinner” like me?
Thus, as the Catholic creed taught me, I guess I should start every interaction by saying: Forgive me Allah, for I have sinned…Forgive me Muslims, for I am a sinner.
For more on MMW’s Ramadan series, and to read the rest of this year’s Ramadan posts, click here.
My sincerest condolences on your profound loss. My prayers are with you, sister.
My sincerest condolences on your immense loss, Eren. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi ra’jioon. I second Amatuallah’s prayers for Saad. May he be granted the highest level of jannah, insha’Allah.
When my grandmother passed away a few years ago, I found the Muslim community’s harshness and coldness in regards to death so appalling and disturbing I almost left Islam, and I was born a Muslim into a Pakistani family. The community’s attitude did so much damage to my psyche it took me 2 years to fully recover from it all. Unfortunately, Muslim communities (generally) are rarely a good source of support or love.
Once again, my condolences. May Allah may things easier for you soon.
Eren… You do not know me. I read your blog. I read many of your articles here, probably all of the them. Even if you do not know me in person nor do I know you in everday life, I feel a strange sense of connection because I am in a dual culture-relationship. And some dynamics are similar even if the ingredients to the partnerships vary strongly by culture of origin, personal worldview etc.
To read about your loss breaks my heart even if I know you only on a written verbal, maybe philosophical/political plane to a certain extent.
Inna lilahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon.
May you be able to live through this, and find ways to cope with the heartache.
This particularly struck a chord with me:
“After seven years of companionship our relationship is tainted by the lack of a proper marriage ceremony and the family’s lack of acceptance. I was never good enough for them or even Saad’s friends and acquaintances because of my nationality, my colour and my background. For many of them my worst sin was “tempting” a perfectly raised conservative Saudi man.”
While I was not in the exact same situation, before I got married to my partner someone very, very closely related to him passed. He was so heartbroken I was unsure he would live through the day. Still, as the “illegitimate” one I could not go and stand by his side at the funeral. We had been companions like you describe, though in relative secrecy, for years. It was a particular pain for me also, not to be treated as the closest companion there was, but as a shame. And of course I felt I should be there for him in a very dark hour, and doubted his actual family who did not get him in so many ways would be “enough” for him.
Oh Eren. I am so so sorry for your loss. Inna lilahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon. And I am so sorry that you haven’t felt the loving, supportive embrace of the Muslim community at this difficult time. I pray that you will feel love and mercy from Allah at this difficult time, and that Saad will be granted the highest level of jannah and closeness to Allah. I have no words of wisdom to explain the greater divine purpose in why you lost your partner, or why the community has behaved as they have, so all I can do is send support from across oceans as your sister in faith. Your words have made me committed to being extra mindful of how I can better support converts at such difficult stages of their lives, especially when they don’t neatly fit into the boxes our community has already created. Thank you for sharing your story so bravely.