Expats of the Big Easy: The Masijd (Part 3)

The Masjid was the place where I would turn to when I felt a need for a community. We differed in some thoughts, but at the end of the day we shared similar experiences, desires, goals and struggles. But however welcoming the center felt, it did not build an armor for us to fend the outside world. We learned about our heritage and customs; we attempted to perfect our language and etiquette, but we lacked the discussions and debates, the space to ask questions, and, most importantly, the space to build independent personalities that would ready us to survive real world challenges outside the Masjid walls.

Between prayers in Sunday school at the Islamic Message Foundation in Metairie, Louisiana. Photograph by Farah Alkhafaf.

Part of the issue is that our masjid does not have a resident Imam. Instead, the Board often hires local Sheiks from neighboring states such as Florida and Tennessee to spend a couple of days in our community when religious occasions and anniversaries arise.

One Sheik diagnosed the community and stated, “Rich in culture and hard-working people. The individuals before me cannot be found anywhere else in America in terms of pride and generosity. But a mosque without an Imam is like a clinic without a doctor. Do not deprive your children from one. You must find a spiritual leader in which questions can be answered, programs are monitored by a certified scholar. You need a resident Imam to ensure the youth’s success, and particularly as they are getting older and their lives are becoming more complex.” His words remain with me to this day, and always console me. “This is where our role starts. We need to show the true Islam and tell others we are not what you hear in the media.Look at us, we are Islam.”

The oldest area of Baghdad, where books are lain on the floor openly 24/7. Photograph by Farah Alkhafaf.

I don’t know what the information was like in the West years ago. Maybe those who studied everything knew what Islam was. But in my opinion, after Saddam all of the the Iraqis fled, and after Syria had its problems and all of them left, and in Libya and so on… these dictators helped the people in our countries spread Islam. All of those who left their homes were hurt. But in all honesty, because of this migration, people began to know Islam in every street.

Wherever we are living, our neighbors all pretty much knew about Islam. This is where our role starts. We need to show the true Islam and tell others we are not what you hear in the media. Look at us, we are Islam. We mix with everyone, give peace, we don’t side against anyone. We don’t hurt anyone. And we maintain our cleanliness and follow the rules. We are to ourselves and don’t get into conflicts with others.

Part 4: Women’s work 

Editor’s Note: This story is one of a series reprinted from the book A Guide to South Louisiana: Stories of Uncommon Culture. Each author was a student in Rachel Breunlin’s “Storytelling and Culture” course for the Department of Anthropology at the University of New Orleans in the Spring of 2017. The Neighborhood Story Project sponsored the project as part of its mission to publish collaborative ethnography in high quality books in which the authors receive royalties for their creative labor.

This piece was edited for content, and you can find the original here.