Due to various life experiences, Dr.
Owens feels a lack of belonging to American and
Western Society and this looks elsewhere for Guidance.
By Dr. Kari Ann Owen
"There is no god
but God, and Muhammad, may the mercy and blessings of
God be upon him, is his messenger."
These are the
words of the Shahadah oath, I believe.
The Creator is
known by many names. His wisdom is always
recognizable, and his presence made manifest in the
love, tolerance and compassion present in our
community.
His profound
ability to guide us from a war-like individualism so
rampant in American society to a belief in the glory
and dignity of the Creator's human family, and our
obligations to and membership within that family.
This describes the maturation of a spiritual
personality, and perhaps the most desirable maturation
of the psychological self, also.
My road to
Shahadah began when an admired director, Tony
Richardson, died of AIDS. Mr. Richardson was already
a brilliant and internationally recognized
professional when I almost met him backstage at the
play Luther at age 14.
Playwriting for
me has always been a way of finding degrees of
spiritual and emotional reconciliation, both within
myself and between myself and a world I found rather
brutal due to childhood circumstances. Instead of
fighting with the world, I let my conflicts fight it
out in my plays. Amazingly, some of us have even
grown up together!
So, as I began
accumulating stage credits (productions and staged
readings), beginning at age 17, I always retained the
hope that I would someday fulfill my childhood dream
of studying and working with Mr. Richardson. When he
followed his homosexuality to America (from England)
and a promiscuous community, AIDS killed him, and with
him went another portion of my sense of belonging to
and within American society.
I began to look
outside American and Western society to Islamic
culture for moral guidance.
Why Islam
and not somewhere else?
My birthmother's
ancestors were Spanish Jews who lived among Muslims
until the Inquisition expelled the Jewish community in
1492. In my historical memory, which I feel at a deep
level, the call of the muezzin is as deep as the lull
of the ocean and the swaying of ships, the pounding of
horses' hooves across the desert, the assertion of
love in the face of oppression.
I felt the birth
of a story within me, and the drama took form as I
began to learn of an Ottoman caliph's humanity toward
Jewish refugees at the time of my ancestors'
expulsions. God guided my learning, and I was taught
about Islam by figures as diverse as Imam Siddiqi of
the South Bay Islamic Association; Sister Hussein of
Rahima; and my beloved adopted Sister, Maria Abdin,
who is Native American, Muslim and a writer for the
SBIA magazine, IQRA. My first research interview was
in a halal [meat regarded as lawful in Islamic law]
butcher shop in San Francisco's Mission District,
where my understanding of living Islam was profoundly
affected by the first Muslim lady I had ever met: a
customer who was in hijab, behaved with a sweet
kindness and grace and also read, wrote and spoke four
languages.
Her brilliance,
coupled with her amazing (to me) freedom from
arrogance, had a profound effect on the beginnings of
my knowledge of how Islam can affect human behavior.
Little did I
know then that not only would a play be born, but a
new Muslim.
The course of my
research introduced me to much more about Islam than a
set of facts, for Islam is a living religion. I
learned how Muslims conduct themselves with a dignity
and kindness which lifts them above the American slave
market of sexual competition and violence. I learned
that Muslim men and women can actually be in each
others' presence without tearing each other to pieces,
verbally and physically. And I learned that modest
dress, perceived as a spiritual state, can uplift
human behavior and grant to both men and women a sense
of their own spiritual worth.
Why did this
seem so astonishing, and so astonishingly new?
Like most
American females, I grew up in a slave market,
comprised not only of the sexual sicknesses of my
family, but the constant negative judging of my
appearance by peers beginning at ages younger than
seven. I was taught from a very early age by American
society that my human worth consisted solely of my
attractiveness (or, in my case, lack of it) to
others. Needless to say, in this atmosphere, boys and
girls, men and women, often grew to resent each other
very deeply, given the desperate desire for peer
acceptance, which seemed almost if not totally
dependent not on one's kindness or compassion or even
intelligence, but on looks and the perception of those
looks by others.
While I do not
expect or look for human perfection among Muslims, the
social differences are profound, and almost
unbelievable to someone like myself.
I do not pretend
to have any answers to the conflicts of the Middle
East, except what the prophets, beloved in Islam, have
already expressed. My disabilities prevent me from
fasting, and from praying in the same prayer postures
as most [Muslims].
But I love and
respect the Islam I have come to know through the
behavior and words of the men and women I have come to
know in AMILA (American Muslims Intent on Learning and
Activism) and elsewhere, where I find a freedom from
cruel emotional conflicts and a sense of imminent
spirituality.
What else do
I feel and believe about Islam?
I support and
deeply admire Islam's respect for same sex education;
for the rights of women as well as men in society; for
modest dress; and above all for sobriety and marriage,
the two most profound foundations of my life, for I am
21 1/2 years sober and happily married. How wonderful
to feel that one and half billion Muslims share my
faith in the character development which marriage
allows us, and also in my decision to remain drug- and
alcohol-free.
What, then,
is Islam's greatest gift in a larger sense?
In a society
which presents us with constant pressure to immolate
ourselves on the altars of unbridled instinct without
respect for consequences, Islam asks us to regard
ourselves as human persons created by God with the
capacity for responsibility in our relations with
others. Through prayer, charity and a commitment to
sobriety and education, if we follow the path of
Islam, we stand a good chance of raising children who
will be free from the violence and exploitation which
is robbing parents and children of safe schools and
neighborhoods, and often of their lives.