I would be a blameworthy liar if I said that my biggest anxiety, my biggest fear, wasn’t the task of raising my daughter as a Muslim. Raising her to prefer being Muslim over every other cultural option on the menu. Have a look at this reflection by ‘AbdelRahman Murphy:
“I may not be Muslim anymore, but I think if you were here in 95 when I was growing up, I still would be.”
Joe Bradford added this commentary as well:
“…Unfortunately we are dealing with communities that build million dollar structures, see Imams and youth coordinators as overhead, and want to use volunteers to do the job that specialists should be trained in.
“Its my experience that volunteers seek what ever is personally gratifying for them at that particular time in their lives, and don’t really care about much else.”
“It is a vicious cycle: Volunteers work to create experiences for their 5 yr olds, who grow up to be teenagers with parents now busy in careers, so they are chased out of the mosque but elders overcompensating for being 30-somethings caught up in their careers, who then grow up to be parents of 5 yr olds that volunteer to give their kids “experiences” and so on and so on.”
“There is attrition at this stage, much like the person in the article, but it is not noticed in the community because new immigrants fill the void left by community members that have left.”
“The model many Muslim communities (our local community included) implement is the problem, and will only get worse. Until we professionalize the operations and actually become religious service providers that serve the entire life cycle of our community, it will only get worse.”
“The way I see it, it won’t get better any time soon.”
I’m sure Joe won’t take it personally if I hope he’s wrong. May God give us the courage to change. May God help us all.