We just returned from my mother’s house. We had a little family gathering. Alhamdulillah, my mother’s food was delicious (as always), and the conversation was pleasing. Zahra, Jayden, and Kendall had a good time.
On the way home, my wife and I discussed how odd it is that certain non-Muslim scholars can literally dedicate their lives to researching and writing about Islam and yet never actually enter into the Deen (religion, way of life). Granted, some of them are probably “closet Muslims,” but some stick firmly to their own religions. They’ll even promote Islam and defend it against opposition, but not utter those beautiful words (la ilaha il-Allah, muhammadur-rasulullah). I imagine that many of them belong to the perennialist school, and that they think themselves to have transcended the need for any “organized religion.” So, they reside in a nomadic fluidity, floating aimlessly in spritual anarchy.
