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Art and Islam Activity Day

Art and Islam Activity Day

Last week, we got together and got our paints and brushes out!

10+ year olds: POLITICAL ART

Here is the Powerpoint used.

We began with a question – what would you do if?…

If a friend took your phone?
Then you try and take it back and she kicks you?
And goes to the teacher to tell on you.
What if the teacher then puts you in detention?
Or expels you?
You go to court but you keep getting told you’re the one whose fault it is?


Most rightly said they would feel hopeless and couldn’t understand how such a gross injustice could take place, and were shocked when we explained that unfortunately such injustices do happen – for example in Palestine.

They then brainstormed ways they could act against this injustice in a peaceful way – such as protests, petitions, use of stories, media and ART.

We then introduced different art works that people have used to spread awareness of injustices of things like Palestine, but also Syria and the refugee crisis, the current event of Marzieh Hashemi and even hijab.

We reiterated the aim of using our voice through art to make a peaceful stance against injustice, using Imam Hussain’s words: ‘I only desire to spread good values and prevent evil’.

The children then brainstormed issues that were close to their heart, then chose one and brainstormed further on ideas of what to draw/paint on that topic. They then drafted it out and went on to do it on canvas. We were very impressed with their thinking and the wide range of art they produced.

5-9 year olds: ROCK ART

We had a fantastic rock painting session last week for the 5-9 yr olds. The first rock was the rock of good habits. The children discussed and thought of a good habit they wanted to instil in their life. This was then painted on to their rock with the number 40. Reminding them that it takes 40 days for an action to become a habit. They would then keep this rock in a place they would see everyday as a reminder to make that habit a rock in their life.

The second rock had a little twist. We painted and decorated this rock with the words #mymosquerocks #hujjat after the rocks had been varnished and dried the children got to hide them outside around our centre. The idea that when you come to the centre you bring a rock to hide, maybe you’ll find a rock which you can keep or re-hide for someone else. Building a connection with our centre.

The last rock was for our mums, sometimes when the children are at school their mums really miss them so the children painted their names on their last rock for their mums to keep. A reminder that even us mums need that our children are also rocks in our lives!

A Beautiful Perspective on Special Needs

A Beautiful Perspective on Special Needs

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Dr Sara Hassan

My daughter Mariam was first diagnosed with autism prior to her second birthday. And for the longest time, my grief over her diagnosis was fuelled by an overwhelming sadness over all the things that I felt she would miss out on in life. Because Society had taught me that every girl should find her Prince Charming and settle into a Happily Ever After together, I grieved that she would never marry and have children of her own. Because Society had taught me that a good education leads to opportunities, to burgeoning respect, to an ability to change the world, I grieved that she would never stand on a stage in resplendent regalia. Because Society showed me that those who are different often struggle, I grieved over the struggles that she would face navigating a world where her words were few and her vulnerabilities were great.

Society had indoctrinated me with narrow-minded expectations of what constituted a happy, successful and easy life. And, for the longest time, I stood longingly outside the closed doors of those expectations, lamenting their closure and the impact it would have on my daughters life. And because I was so busily, so determinedly, being grief stricken, I couldn’t see that my grief was mired in selfishness. Because while I was so focused on what Society said my Mariam would MISS due to autism, I became blind to all the beautiful things that Society failed to acknowledge that my Mariam would GAIN due to autism.

So today, as my daughter enters her fourteenth year on this Earth, I find myself reflecting on the immense gift our family was given when she entered into our life. A gift I was initially too grief-stricken, too shallow to fully appreciate. And I find myself beyond thankful for all the blessings that we’ve witnessed as she’s blossomed into a young woman.

In a Society filled with materialism, Allah blessed me with a daughter who cares not for the pressures of conforming to the latest must-haves and must-dos.

In a Society filled with insecure girls obsessed with their weight and body image, Allah blessed me with a daughter who is comfortable in her own skin, who cares not for scales and sizes.

In a Society filled with fake vapid ‘influencers’ being sold as ‘role models’ Allah blessed me with a daughter whose greatest hero will always be Emma from The Wiggles.

In a Society filled with negativity and danger, with ugly words and unwarranted views, Allah blessed me with a daughter who is the happiest person I know, who cares nothing for the irrelevant opinions of strangers.

In a Society filled with corruption and peer-pressure, with drugs, alcohol, licentiousness and rebellion, Allah blessed me with a daughter whose greatest vice is her perchant for Kinder Surprise Eggs.

And in a Society filled with domestic violence, gaslighting, narcissistic spouses, and relationship breakdowns, Allah blessed me with a daughter who will only know love and kindness from those around her, inshaAllah.

So, Society, it’s true my Mariam may never participate in that perilous lottery called Marriage. She may never go to University. She may never receive awards or do the ‘great’ things worthy of your recognition. And you know what? That’s perfectly fine with me.

For what greater gift can a mother dream of, than to have a daughter who is comfortable in her own skin, and immune to the toxic effects of your pressures? And what greater blessing, than to have a daughter who knows only the language of inherent kindness, a girl who is an inhabitant of Jannah on this Earth, happy, loved and cherished?

– Sara Hassan