If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
Something named after me? The first thought was a mosque. But I soon changed my mind.
But why should mosques bear the people’s names? I asked myself. As a Muslim I believe that we should not boast our good deeds. Your left hand should never see what’s your right one is giving. Therefore, how can one justify writing their names on a mosque? It’s none of your property. Our money is mainly a means to construct the place of worship. Besides, the Almighty knows your name, your intention, and your offering. So why name a mosque after me.
I searched my mind and urged each of its cell to find something. I thought and thought until the answer came to me.
It’s a title of a chapter in a book about the lives of Muslim women in a foreign country. Why just a chapter and not the entire book? Because it’s neither an autobiography nor a memoire which would typically be named after a specific person. Besides, that wouldn’t be my aim. A chapter bearing my name would preserve both my experience and my existence within a colourful picture and a broader narrative.
With all the best wishes,
Nahla

