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Ever wonder how a politician could possibly know everything? Can it be omnipresence? When I was younger I just was in awe at how politicians could answer all the questions being asked of them, how they must have amazing memories but also a voracious appetite for information.  To me that put a politician in a special breed of humans, one that I knew I couldn’t possibly be part of because my ability to remember things was near zilch (though my ability to take complex things and break them down was pretty awesome).

Then came President Bush, the second, and the whole notion of politicians knowing everything was squashed, but also a new reality dawned on me, maybe politicians were amazing BS spitters, like me.  Whats fascinating though is that we have made politicians this way.

Politicians are the special breed of animals they are because of our expectations of them.  Imagine if a natural disaster happens and a politicians responds to a reporters answer that “they don’t know”.   A slew of follow up questions follow.  The storm builds if its found that the politician not only doesn’t know but has no idea how to find out the answer to the question.

In that way I feel the old saying about how politicians are a reflection of the society is so apt.  Not only does our society expect that from politicians but it rewards, cheers on in fact, those who vigorously push a partisan idea.  This same behavior is dispersed throughout society from academia to boardrooms.   There simply is no way to gracefully say that “I don’t know the answer” or that “there are places where your point seems plausible.”

I find this all incredibly relevant today as I sit back to read, listen and watch a Congressionally manufactured economic crisis called the fiscal cliff.

Our politics is so messed up that our politicians, in order to accomplish something meaningful for the country, have to manufacture crisis that could plunge the country into deeper trouble then were they able to put aside their egos and partisan pet ideology to comprise a solution that is for the greater good of the American people.

I am reminded of Islamic history, in particular an incident with Imam Malik, where a man travelled a long distance to ask him about a particular hadith.  Imam Malik was a scholar of scholars, the very fountain of the knowledge that held the faithful together.  When this man asked his question, Imam Malik simply said “I don’t know.”

Can you imagine in a time where transportation wasn’t easy being told by the greatest scholar at the time that he doesnt know the answer to your question.  You traveled there not for business, let alone pleasure, but to get answers to a list of questions and are told that there were no answers.  I once heard a khateebh, don’t remember who to attribute the quote to, say that saying “I don’t know” was half the process of gaining knowledge.

In the end I don’t think our politicians will change anytime soon.  However, I am a firm believer in change starting with ourselves.  When we change, those around us notice and respond accordingly.  What we can practice in our lives is to be careful in making statements because we will be held accountable for them, and to hold ourselves accountable when we do speak.  Granted my perspective of politicians is a bit generalized and there are politicians that will say they don’t have the answers but will get them, however, there are too few of those around these days.  Therefore,  being an activist is not just about going out to stomp the ground for positive change, rather, its also about being a force of change within yourself.  I believe that being a progressive requires this type of change.

Picture is from Allison Nazarian’s blog, in particular this post about realizing the power of saying “I don’t know.”

Tighty wighties or boxers, or do you go for the boxer briefs?  How about the European butt huggers?  Undergraduate years are like experimenting with the pair of drawers that your going to be most comfortable with (I limit this to the Brothers, analogizing for sisters on this point seems highly inappropriate, even for me!)

If you went off to college then you should be focusing on your grades.  Make sure you understand your learning style (see Academic counseling or places like UCSD’s OASIS) so you can make the most of your learning experience.  You want to do good in your classes, so you get more free time and also get opportunities to intern (experience based learning is the reality of our economy today).  I say this bit of advice to all my mentee’s- don’t worry about CHOOSING A MAJOR the first year and half you are at college.  If you went to community college or to a four year institution, plan your first two years around the general education courses you need to take along with the transfer classes needed to go from a junior college to a university. (if this is not making sense go read my post on Senioritis)

The planning you do at this juncture is critical and as always be proactive by making these plans in consultation with your parents, counselors and if you are blessed with a mentor, use that person for input and advice.  Impress your parents at your maturity and desire to involve them in the process.  Regardless your transition from high school might be rough, so I always say play it safe and take the bare minimum of courses needed to be a full time student.  In the end you will want to socialize and do things that are new/fun and its best to manage all of that in a way that doesn’t affect your grades.

If you  are a science major, than you need more “well rounding”- if your in the humanities and social sciences, well so is like 60% of the folks at your school and most of them are unemployed or struggling or worse competing for very limited Masters and Ph.D. programs.  You will need to be “well rounded” regardless what your focus is.  Unless your absolutely brilliant or are majoring in the four careers that isn’t faced with unemployment- best you work with what your good at and build up some exceptional skills and experience.

This is where you need to find consistency, discipline and a passion toward an arch of activities that will

a) help you get transferable skills

b) provide life experiences and

c) help you gain an edge over your competitors.

Pre-med folks, honestly, everyone goes to volunteer at a “hospital”, so get smart and think about something unique.  Here is a hypothetical “pre-med student” to help you understand my point:

You like swimming- might of swam on your high school team maybe?- and you are pre-med, looking to stand out?  Go be a lifeguard, get advance first aid training and teach kids how to swim in your spare time.  That, right there is an arch that brings together your personal passion, your career aspirations and your academic work.  You get transferable skills, you showcase leadership skills, you indicate your ability to empathize and work with what you will find to be challenging experiences and if you’re lucky some European guy wearing a speedo will need mouth to mouth resuscitation and you, you my friend, will be the one to give it to him.  BAM!  You saved a person life and now can speak to that experience in your medical school application.  If you got your academics in order and you achieved decent success on your MCAT your a shoe in, hopefully, to an American Medical school.

What the hell am I talking about?  Well to really draw it down to simple, basically I have provided you with- an amazing resume, a means to keep your grades decent, showcase your ability to have consistency, discipline, focus and growth (its not like you will become a swimming instructor over night…); you get an amazing personal statement (While serving as a life guard I learned that my passion for swimming allowed me to save a persons life.  It is with this passion that I am applying to your EXTRAORDINARILY EXPENSIVE MEDICAL SCHOOL because you offer me the best opportunity toward my professional dreams of becoming a UNDER PAID AND SEVERELY UPSET PEDIATRIC SURGEON); you get a good source of “alternative, but strong” recommendation letters, you diversify your life experiences as long as you have some of the traditional stuff but all of this is grounded on your passion, that thing that really makes you happy in life.

So as college students dont fall into the trap of doing what Muhammad X and Fatima Y gone done, find an arch in your life that you can develop separately but bring neatly together toward your professional aspirations.  Also challenge yourself to do things that you might not initially feel like you are going to like, those make some of the best personal statements.  Don’t get peer pressured into cookie cutter learning styles and plans, go at your own pace and make it worthwhile- taking five years instead of four and doing a study abroad program is WORTHWHILE.  You working in a science lab playing with flies?  Well so are so many others, so you better work on trying to get published or do your own unique research.  If your pre-med consider not doing the hum drum Biology major, go into Economics if you like money and business and development.

Also, by January you need to figure out what you’re doing in the summer besides taking summer school.  You need to build your resume and resume opportunities fill up fast.  The first two years should be of planned-controlled exploring, but you should hone in on your major by the end of that period and more importantly have internship opportunities lined up that are going to help you in that major and toward a career goal.  Also always be flexible with your plans- shit happens, say Alhumdulillah and suck in some air and figure out how to move along.

You will want to socialize, you will face drama due to that experience.  The experience will put your morality to the test, along with your values and principles.  You will question everything in life eventually.  *****looking for yourself, feeling lost, confused, etc***** You will feel like a zombie (trust me, being an Undie is nothing like being in graduate school so don’t over emphasize your experience, the world will not cry for you).  You will most likely behave at your worst.  Your world might just utterly stop making sense.  You will talk fast all the time or will take a back seat, when you do talk you might always say the wrong things.  You will find new sense of pride in your culture, nationality, heritage or you will run screaming to the hills from all that.  Its to be expected- but you should find a way to manage this-finding-yourself-process or else you will loose yourself in it, but I do admit, its probably the best part of a college experience.

You need God.  You’re now in a place where all you have are the principles and values you were raised with.  All around you are different lifestyles, different norms and values that will challenge the core upon which you are built on.  You will either reject and create a bubble, reject and embrace this new world; stumble awkwardly through the mess or find a way to thrive while embracing your core values- that choice is also yours.

Take refuge in God, stay God conscience, be cognizant of peer pressure and anytime you feel like doing something you will regret don’t struggle with yourself, I say run to God and seek refuge with God.  Don’t ask for patience or perseverance or determination to overcome the tests and trials and temptations, ask God to grant you the grace to see yourself through the test, provide you with the Mercy of his refuge, acknowledge your desire (for X) so that you can ask God to provide you with what is better for your eternal life (REMEMBER THAT PART, this whole life thing isn’t about you being here, but rather it is for you to do your mission, God entrusted you with it, those things that count toward your afterlife).

Finally surround yourself with people who will bring the good out from you and encourage you to do the right things, you can’t shelter yourself, in fact, I highly recommend not doing that because when you get to working full time, you’re going to be in for a real surprise, but definitely don’t throw yourself out into the deep end of the lake when there are dangers you just are not aware of.

Disclaimer about the MSA- I just told you to hang out with Muslims, and part of college Muslim life is the Muslim Student Association (MSA).  I am an MSA-head, guilty of being a former vice president at my school and all sorts of other MSA activities-for-the-greater-good-of-the-Ummah.  While the MSA is amazing and necessary and critical, there are limits and there are just down right things that are more important than the MSA.  You should go to the MSA because its a community (you get great advice on classes, notes, tests, books…the company of good people); Ramadan and prayers on campus.  Halaqahs and other social events.  The MSA will enrich your life, will add drama to your life, will provide you with some of your best friends for life.  You will want to help out, eventually some of you will want to run for leadership positions- which is wonderful.  (I am speaking to the MYLP Alumni)

But all of you MYLP kids have a degree of activism that I believe should outgrow the MSA within the first two years of being there.  Do your thing and move on to other leadership positions outside of the “Muslim bubble”- dont get stuck there, make friends with other folks, be leaders in other causes, leave leadership of the MSA for the non-MYLP folks.

For those stumbling onto my blog who are Muslim, know this about the MSA: you need to figure out what the MSA means to you, what you have to offer the MSA, but more importantly what the MSA has to offer you.  If the equation does not equal out you should be asking yourself why are you involved in its activism and if the answer to that question is that “its fee’sabilillah brother” then I can’t help you.  You need to help yourself, nothing here or anywhere else will be of use to you because the blind answer to my question is not one that understands themselves very well.

Robert Frost has this oft repeated and very much cliched poem, I want you not to just know it, I want you to live it, experience it, embody it.  If you don’t want to be mediocre then I am telling you to be one with the poem.  If you want to survive, indeed, thrive in the new economy and the globalized world then you need to hustle, what I present to you above is your hustler manual.  Go forth and learn not to get by, but rather how to challenge yourself to become a better person, overcome those challenges (or learn from the failure) so that you can ultimately thrive as leaders.

Go back to the main MYLP blog post.

(Dhol is Urdu for drum; Bhajaa is Urdu for horn)

I haven’t been as prolifically bloggertastic these past five months but that doesn’t mean that the interweb is not moving forward.  While I was experiencing the throes of my second semester at law school, processing all my misgivings about being a law student and becoming a practicing attorney, I didn’t have much time to process a pretty significant event taking place on the digital platform but now its time to reflect and put to rest a very good thing that happened to me through its discovery.  This is a goodbye and thank you to Sepia Mutiny, a blog for South Asian politics, culture and discussion that ceased its html contribution back in April after 8 years of amazingness.

I was saddened by the news but also compelled to add a few pixels by code to express my sadness a month on.  When a blog shutters its doors very little is heard except for frantic tapping on the plastic tabs of the key board, and then there is forever of silence, except those that relied on it, like me, in whom the blog continues to shape and express itself.  In my frantic typing to catch up with the events that transpired there is a great degree of significance of the gratitude and appreciation I am publicly offering to Sepia Mutiny and the Mutineers.

As a silent observer I was very much in awe of the very existence of a “South Asian American” community, let alone one that shared my progressive world view.  To understand this, please bare with me on my jaunt through my own South Asian identity awakening.  I am a Pakistani, born in Karachi, that knows very little of Pakistan or experience being a Karachiate.  My Pakistani experience was instilled into me by my parents because I was two (maybe three) years old when I came to the United States.  I have known only America and “Pakistan” was a parental experience, a familial relation that was colored by the British Raj experience of my Grandparents.  Luknow and Pune, India were my roots; Karachi, Pakistan was my transplanted experience- the complexity and diaspora of the Partition of India were very much my contextual basis of understanding who I was as a child.  I never quite fit into this South Asian identity growing up in America and by the time I got to High School I was very much American.

I kept a distance from “Brown” people because I just didn’t find myself fitting in, maybe because I didn’t feel a shared experience; my parents weren’t very “Pakistani”.  It was easier to identify as an American until 9/11.   Suffice it to say experience, politics and life choices lead me to embrace Islam and reconcile that religious identity with being an “American” “Muslim” with “progressive values”.  I felt at ease and complete having gone through years of this process.  That was until I lost my Grandmother (Nani, my Mom’s mother) and a few months later my Grandfather (Dada, my Dad’s father).  Around that time I also met Taz.

Taz introduced me to the Sepia Mutiny world and ya’all plunged me into a whole new aspect of my identity.  I saw the light!  I couldn’t reject the history- rich, vibrant and complex; the culture- spicy, wonderful and brilliant; because it represented universal struggles and sacrifices of my parents, my grandparents generation and a BILLION people who had the same sufferings and triumphs I had.   Sepia was the gateway for me to discover that part of me, begin a new course and seek out knowledge from a civilization that represented the cornerstone of humanity.

What a splendid mutiny it has been!  Incredible because i found people that showed me the potential of a dormant part of me and the place I have in this larger community.  A mutiny is a bold risk, borne on the shoulders of honor, duty and values of high moral principles; or its simply a treacherous deed wrought in the deepest most inner ego of greed, desire and selfishness.  This Mutiny has been both and oh so skillfully, like a masterful and dutiful surgeon wielding a blade, balanced between these two sides of the mutiny all these years.  As sad as it will be to say Goodbye, new adventures always begin with endings of some sort.  And furiously on some flickering screen and keyboard a new adventure is forming, a new mutiny is conspiring, inspired by this bold endeavor to mutiny.  South Asian Americans are whispering, clamoring amongst themselves about the rights, honor and empowerment owed to them; about the injustice requiring justice, the dignity requiring a voice, but most importantly for a piece of that damned American Pie that belongs to us.  These are the things yearning to once again be let loose into a unified voice on the web.  i am certain some familiar characters will pop up bringing along new conspirators in this new tale.  As long as things fare progressive, you will find a friend, supporter and fellow mutineer in me!

Good luck to all you industrious mutineers, you “whitish brown” people and may your future rabble rousing be as successful, wonderful, joyous, inspiring and appreciated as this one.

Growing up I remember reading verses from the Quran that referred to “turning to your Lord in humility” and “those who humble themselves in prayer.”  I heard lectures, sermons and got lots of parental advice on being humble.  Aesops fable about the Two ducks and the Tortoise or the Horse and the Ass helped drive the concept of humility hom.  A simple life is a humble life was a maxim I could relate to.

Up until now I wasn’t sure what “humility” felt like, but after a semester of law school, the understanding I thought I had, seems foreign- and fake- to me.  I think like most people my age there is a large dose of self righteousness, self importance, unbridled sense of privilege and entitlement that is unaccounted for.  We live in a world of instant gratification and when we don’t get the immediate text message response, or the fast internet access or the whatever, we feel as though we live in a “third world country.”  I am certainly guilty of that.  I feel like AT&T has the worst false advertisement campaign out there- largest wireless network my rear hair covered brown butt.  (yes cringe because thats how I feel about AT&T)  Our live styles make the concept of humility foreign, but worse, being humble is portrayed as a weakness a sure way of not making it in the world today.  Neither of those are an excuse, nor should they be accepted as norms, because humility is not a concept that is at odds with the world today, in fact, its the loss of humility that makes modern life such a drudge- we’re so full of ourselves that we don’t understand the fall out that results from our behavior.

Did you know that the Latin translation for “humility” incorporates the meaning “from the Earth” and “low” or “grounded.”  Which is really interesting because the Latin word presents the Quranic Arabic concept really well.  When you find God talking about “humility” most likely its in relation to “prayer” and for Muslims that concept of prayer incorporates the physical as well as the spiritual.  The height of prayer is the moment where a Muslim is in prostration- their forehead lowered to the ground touching the dirt- “grounded”, “low” and “earth.”

But the problem is that its all fine and dandy that we get the theoretical presentation of “humility” but like I mentioned earlier what does HUMILITY feel like, what does it mean to be “humble”- because I don’t think we can talk or appreciate the idea without truly feeling IT.  What is it?   Is there a way to experience humility?  How do I know that I am turning to God in humility?

I have all these things, all these material and psychological comforts that insulate me and from which I derive happiness and self worth, whether I mean to or not.  The question is what if it all disappeared, is that a means of understanding what it means to be humble?  To be in ones shoes and not your own is probably the best way to put aside your preconceived notions of the world, becoming humbled by the experience.  The concept becomes a verb- to be humbled, is that feeling humility when in fact we spend our daily lives doing our thing and not reflecting on how other people might live.

I think that encapsulates the idea of the intrinsic nature of how you see yourself and the concept of humility but it doesn’t necessarily present the feeling I am talking about because its so fleeting.  Once we are done reflecting on others- if we do that all- the humbleness disappears because we engage once again with ourselves.  The reality is that the more you see yourself distanced from a sense of loss the further away you are from feeling that vulnerability and in turn humility.  How does one realistically maintain that though?

Catholicism defines humility, as presented by St. Barnard as “”A virtue by which a man knowing himself as he truly is, abases himself.”  The image of Jesus, in Christian perspective the son of God, washing the feet of his disciples.  The concept is not limited to Christianity, in all the worlds religions and philosophical thoughts, humility is viewed as a central virtue.  Mahatma Ghandi said that you couldn’t sustain truth without humility, without humility, Ghandi believed, you have truth in the form of an arrogant caricature.

Which then informs my earlier question about what does humility feel like.  We have a concept central in Islam and yet we have a lifestyle, many American Muslims, filled with privilege and entitlement.  The cruel tension results in what I would term one’s “false sense of humility”- this idea of behaving humble, acting humble by self deprecating one’s skills, wealth, talents, gifts, intellect.  This idea of humility seems so one dimensional when you consider Jesus washing the feet of his disciples or the nobility of truth being enshrouded by the virtue of humility, or more importantly God asking Muslims in the Quran ”Has not the time arrived for the believers, that their hearts in all humility, should engage in the remembrance of Allah and of the Truth which has been revealed to them.” (Al-Hadid 57:16)  Are we just pretending to be humble?  Where is the distinction between imitating what we believe is the feeling and quality of humbleness with the essence and true reality of it- being sincerely humble?

In my short life I believe that our unfortunate circumstances present the possibility of understanding the concept of humility its its fullest.  As humans we are creatures of experience, often times incapable of comprehending complex notions like humility until we get the opportunity to come face to face with it.  Being able to understand the feeling of humility then is a result of not only knowing the concept, but also experience- a cognitive interaction of concept and practice.

To that end I would say that I am experiencing that elusive concept of humility first hand.  Its been a while since my last post because I had to hunker don and figure out how to process my feelings of vulnerability and address some self doubts that arose after I got my first semester grades.  Law school is my humble pie- while it tastes bitter, I am learning a lot about myself and my relationship with God.  With one semester down I find myself reflecting on how much I thought I knew about about myself but truly didn’t comprehend until now.  So I am going to put together some thoughts on how I am using my experience of extreme vulnerability for the long run to keep up humility, but until then please share your thoughts.

God. Its been a very very very long time. My apologies, I just had this realization that I was not comfortable with my law school studying. It got to a point where I loved the fact that I was in law school but I wasn’t sure what exactly I was learning and that my finals were coming up and I didn’t really know what precisely I was being tested on.

Do you feel like that currently as you get ready to take your finals, for many folks its like tomorrow. My first final is in 9 hours and all I know is that I have 9 hours to really get down what I need for the final. I got no time for study breaks, but I wanted to wish everyone of my 1L friends and readers good luck and motivate you all to just CRAM!

I promise I will be back with a vengeance next semester because I have figured out where I went wrong this semester. I plan on jumping out of a plane some 12,000 feet above San Diego to immortalize the feeling I have right now about the lessons I learned this past semester, so not to worry will be posting much more regularly when I get out of finals mode and into the new semester. Until then, enjoy NYU Law students wonderful music video- Just Cram!

I feel that I am constantly looking for something besides the “thing” because the “thing” at the end seems so far off. But the video below points to another major problem, the sole focus for the “thing” at the end and never any desire to look at all the things between the place you start and the place you want to end- the end where that “thing” awaits for you.

https://www.youtube.com/v/ERbvKrH-GC4?version=3&hl=en_US