Masjid committee member wears a Palestinian cap and kefiah but abuses Muslims due to their race
I need to get this off my chest, because what I witnessed has been eating at me, and I don't know who else to turn to.
Our masjid is one of the most beautifully diverse places I've ever prayed in. Brothers from every corner of the earth, Arabs, South Asians, Southeast Asians, Africans, etc.
But there is one man who has been quietly poisoning that atmosphere. A committee member. Middle-aged, well-established, Middle Eastern background. The kind of man who carries himself with authority and knows it.
For a while, I noticed a pattern. He seemed to single out brothers of Bangladeshi, Rohingya, and Malay background. Small jabs, subtle digs, things you could almost dismiss as coincidence. I told myself I was reading too much into it.
Then I overheard him speaking in Arabic.
He didn't know I understood Arabic. I'm not Arab, so I suppose he assumed I was safe to speak freely around. What I heard him say about subcontinent people, the contempt in his voice, the disgust, removed every shadow of a doubt. This wasn't randomness. This was racism. Cold, deliberate, and hiding in plain sight inside the house of Allah.
Here's what makes it cut even deeper.
This man walks around wearing a Palestinian keffiyeh. He has the Palestinian emblem on his cap. And I support that cause. How could any Muslim not grieve what is happening to our brothers and sisters in Gaza? But the very reason Palestinians are being brutalised, dehumanised, displaced, treated as lesser, is racial supremacy. The belief that some lives matter less because of their bloodline.
And here he was. Doing the exact same thing. To Muslims. In a masjid!
The moment that broke me happened recently.
A group of Rohingya brothers had gathered in a corner for reading the Book of Ta'leem, a practice of the Tablighi Jamaat. I have my criticism for the Tablighi Jamaat group but I know that these people are generally pacifists and avoid confrontations.
One of them was reading aloud in a distance corner, slightly louder than usual perhaps, and some dirt had shaken loose from his clothes onto the carpet floor. He probably didn't even notice. His white thawb was also not so clean.
This committee member noticed.
He descended on them like a storm. Loud. Humiliating. I don't want to repeat what he said here, but it was basically racism.
These brothers didn't fight back. They didn't argue. Some of them looked frightened. They just sat there absorbing it, and the silence of the room made it worse. It felt like no one was going to say anything.
So I stood up.
I confronted him. And he turned on me. What he said to me in that moment I won't repeat, but it left me shaken. Genuinely shaken. For the first time in my life, I didn't want to return to the masjid. My masjid. The place I come to find peace.
I want to escalate this to the higher committee. But here's the bitter irony: the committee is dominated by people from his background. I'm afraid this will go nowhere.
So I'm asking, what would you do? Has anyone navigated something like this before? Because right now I'm caught between my love for that masjid and the feeling that I no longer belong there.
May Allah guide us all and protect the weak among us. Ameen.