Growing up in suburban America, I held tight to my Arab roots and Muslim identity. I found sanctity in my other – I always had a thing for being distinguishable. I channeled my otherness in my academic pursuits, choosing to study International Politics and Middle Eastern studies while at The George Washington University. I cannot say I loved what I studied, but I knew it made sense. The narrative was true.
As a problem solver, I tried to pinpoint the source of many of the problems the region currently faces. I thought about colonialism, industrialization and urbanization. I thought about its geopolitical relevance, of MENA beyond a monolith, the diversity of cultures and religions dispersed throughout its hazily defined borders.
Today, I have deviated from my original academic pursuits. I currently live in Doha, Qatar working for the gorgeous Museum of Islamic Art – a hallmark institution in the region with one of the most encyclopedic collections of Islamic art. On a day to day basis, I am surrounded by the glorious contributions of the greatest minds from the Muslim world. I ponder, what would al-Sufi, al-Kinde, ibn Rushud think of the calamity that has ensued?
I feel slightly helpless in the face of the issues brazing headlines in the region. Apartheid in Palestine, sectarianism in Iraq, a lost generation in Syria, a hijacking of a revolution in Egypt, instability in Lebanon, passivity in the Gulf. In the midst of the sweetness of Ramadan, I have promised to challenge myself intellectually. Each day, I will write an equally informative and ruminative post on a bit of news transpiring in the region. This is intended to motivate myself and others to stay informed and opinionated about matters that should never be ignored, no matter how long ongoing.