I hated the Taqwacores, yet I liked it. M. Knight is a great writer, but a lot of it was hard to digest. I wanted to burn the book, several times while reading it.
I went through a mini-punk phase, where I’d call myself straight-edge, blah blah blah, because it’s easy to embrace that ideology within an Islamic context. But I was not a “Muslim Punk”. Nowhere near it. And punk is so hard to define. And I don’t care enough about it, especially when people look for every opportunity to call you out. I also am really materialistic and shallow, so I can’t be punk. Does not compute.
I think Taqwacores has been adapted by people as an excuse for every criticism they have to offer for Islam. And you can’t do that. You simply can’t. You need to study, and read, and educate yourself, and then formulate your opinion. Dissenting opinions offer a lively discussion, but you can’t say some things in Islam are illogical, just to assuage your guilt. You can’t. You have no credibility to say “I don’t think weed should be haram. I don’t think premarital sex should be haram” Why? You have no basis to say that, only your selfish desires fueling your dissonance which cause you to make stupid statements. Islam is a foundation, and you cannot chip away at some part because YOU feel that it doesn’t fit your ideals.
I’m rambling on. But it goes along with how disenchanted even M. Knight is with the Taqwacore movement. It’s dead.
Also, Umar was my favorite character in the book. Goes to show.
Lynn was the most useless. And her arguments for praying in shorts was dumb. Really, frustatingly, mind-bendingly, dumb.
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