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By Malikah A. Shabazz First Posted on April 11th, 2017
I am a Black Muslim Woman.
We are Muslims before we are [insert nationality]!
No! We are [insert nationality] first!
Usually whenever I hear this argument brewing, I proceed to engage in the biggest full handed facepalm I can muster. Although I understand the logic behind this argument, these discussions often occur AFTER some sort of racially charged situation has happened or when we as Black Muslims speak about our contributions to American society.
Although many people struggle with identity, we, as Black Muslims born in America, suffer from an identity crisis more than most because this society and some non-Black Muslims would have us believe that we have no identity ourselves.
Growing up, there was no confusion about who I was or where I came from. I was a Black Muslim girl who became a Black Muslim woman. Being Black and Muslim existed in one space for me.
I never felt like I had to choose one over the other. We celebrated Eid and Kwanzaa. We studied Malcolm and Muhammad. We went to Salatul-Jumu’ah on Fridays (schedule permitting of course), ate fried fish sandwiches and drank that special masjid lemonade afterwards. When the adhan (call to prayer) was called, we would pray and when we finished praying, my father would either turn Stevie Wonder or Tony Brown’s Journal back on. I went to African-centered and Islamic schools. I attended summer camps. Through it all, I never questioned my identity. As a teen, I may have questioned why Muslim girls couldn’t do certain things or wear certain clothes, but I always knew who I was and where I came from.
Then I went to college. Then came the real world…With few exceptions, many of the non-Black Muslims looked at me with disdain”
Then I went to college. Then came the real world.
I was born and raised in Detroit, Mich., which is 82% Black American. In contrast, Dearborn, Mich., which borders Detroit, has the highest concentration of Arab Muslims in the country and also is home to the largest masjid in the country. I attended Wayne State University (WSU), which is located in Detroit (the actually city, not the suburbs). Compared with other universities, the campus was not large and much of it included the city of Detroit itself. However I knew WSU had a lot of Muslim students so I was excited to meet fellow Muslims.
With a few exceptions, many of the non-Black Muslims looked at me with disdain…as if I walked around with something on my face. The first Muslims that I met on campus were a Somali family from Canada who I love dearly. After (semi)joining the Muslim Student Association (MSA), I met another sister who was kind to me, treated me like a normal person and actually asked me about my community and my teacher. I met a few Muslims after joining other school organizations who were cool also. Other than that, I stayed with my own friends who were primarily Black American Muslims as well.
It’s safe to say that my entrée into college was a cultural shock. The few times I went to an MSA event, I could feel eyes burning down my back. Every now and then, a sister would question me about my style of khimar (often times in a bun and accessories adorning my head, or African fabric wrapped up high in a gele, or wrapped tightly around my head with multiple colors and patterns), as their friend with NO khimar stood by and watched the interrogation. When I walked around campus and gave sisters the greetings of peace, they would either ignore me or just say a half-hearted “salaams” in return. One time, I volunteered at a dawah table during Islamic Awareness Week and none of the sisters at the sisters’ table spoke to me, even though I tried repeatedly to be social and involved in the conversation. I once had a sister who saw me with my KhaliqArt skirt on, saw the letter “Kha” and asked me if it was haram (prohibited in Islam). Mind you, it is a letter…of…the Arabic alphabet. That’s akin to asking if wearing the letter K on your shirt is un-American.
My expression of my Black Muslim identity (American clothes, khimar style and knowledge of Islam) was being challenged. I couldn’t understand why; and for a while, I felt conflicted. To be considered a “real” Muslim, you have to fight for Palestine, Iraq and Iran? OK. I have no problem speaking out against injustices inflicted upon brothers and sisters in the Middle East, but I often wondered why the same importance wasn’t given to the brothers and sisters in Africa or their distant relatives in America? Safe to say the realization of the racism in the Muslim community was eye opening. I had expected to be welcomed into a global community like I had been part of since birth. Yet I was being ignored and dismissed as a Black Muslim.
The denial of Blackness in Islam is not a new phenomenon. Just as American textbooks would have us believe that our history started on plantations, some in the Muslim community would have you believe that Black Muslims don’t exist, or that we’re just relegated to being an “abeed” (slave). Mind you, the richest person IN THE HISTORY OF HUMANITY was Mansa Musa…—an African Muslim king. One of the most influential men in American history was Malcolm X, a Black Muslim man. However, you rarely hear non-Black Muslims speak of Mansa Musa; and when Brother Malcolm is mentioned, often it is in a way that seeks to separate him from his activism. Brother Malcolm to be exact, was firm and grounded in his Blackness, even AFTER he made Hajj. Yes, Hajj introduced him to a broader, global view of Islam, but that in no way prevented him from continuing to fight for the justice of his people. You have to be in tune with your Blackness to even fathom the plan Malcolm had for his people.
I am proud to be a Black Muslim woman, it scares some people. Why? Because my Black Muslim identity connotes pride and resistance.
When I was younger, I sometimes tried to understand why some non-Black Muslims would look at me with such disdain. The answer is simple. While Islam does not condone or promote racism, cultures do. And because I am proud to be a Black Muslim woman, it scares some people. Why? Because my Black Muslim identity connotes pride and resistance. It says that I don’t need to assimilate into someone else’s culture to be Muslim. Islam IS NOT a culture. As my father always says “I didn’t give up one slave master for another.” Black Muslims have been contributing to American society and culture for centuries, and many Muslims have begun to adopt what is culturally mine. You cannot be Muslim and treat Black Muslims as if we are beneath you.
I know who I am and where I came from. I am a proud descendant of African kings and queens, those who survived the trauma of slavery and built this country, who fought against injustice and laid the foundation for equal rights for all. I have no shame in my history and no one will prevent me from expressing my culture through how I dress, talk, walk and live.
I am a Black Muslim Woman. I’ve been here, and will continue to be here.
Malikah A. Shabazz, Sapelo’s Video Producer, is a Detroit-based content creator and producer who has worked on multiple national television programs, various indie films and is currently in pre-production for her upcoming short film, Amethyst. lm.
Ali Abd al Rahman | February 7, 2020
Is black a true nationality? I don’t think so, really, does it matter if you are Muslim ? And why is nationality so important?
Dr TA Bashir | March 25, 2020
I enjoyed this article, funny at times and a reminder at other. I do believe that the story of Black girl/women Muslim will have some more chapters to add and again we all rise. Thanks for the beautiful reflection because when we pause we may recollect all our blessings, ASA!
Lyn | July 8, 2020
Interesting indeed! I am a European biracial revert. Confusing to say the least haha. Blessing to be raised islamically. I will get there too somehow 🙂