Don't Make Me Laugh
There is such a thing as Muslim humor. No, really.
I was asked to write about Muslim humor. What? Muslim humor? Now that is funny! Jokes...about Muslims??? Isn't that HARAM (forbidden in Islam)? Of course not. After all, we Muslims follow a prophet who not only smiled often, but one who laughed so heartily that his teeth showed.
In our striving to make a difference in this world, we often forget that. Plus, in these difficult days, there isn't much to laugh about. But laughter might just be the remedy that we all need. The image most Muslims have about comedy is that it makes light of serious situations and consequently trivializes things. It is true, comedy does make light of situations, but if it's done right, it sheds light and perspective rather than trivializes. Even further, comedy brings wisdom in a way that straight commentary just can't do. I've seen it myself countless times, as I'm sure you have too. But when it comes to Muslims and comedy, we seem to be lacking something. We're afraid to laugh at ourselves.
When we cultivate the ability to laugh at ourselves, that also gives us a license to make ironic (and insightful) points about others. It's one of the most effective methods of communication and understanding. Through humor, people learn about you. In a way, you become more human. I think I know more about Jewish culture and Jewish people from watching Seinfeld than I have by reading any book on the topic. But how many people think it's funny that I found more than two seams on my ihram after I performed Hajj? Or my dad buying ten cases of "Islamic vinegar?" "Huh? No, Baba, it's balsamic!"
So who am I? Why should you care what I think about Muslim humor? Well, for starters, I'm an Iraqi, my wife is Indo-Paki and my son's name is Zaki (now say that five times really fast). I was born in Baghdad (don't laugh), reared in Phoenix (quit the snickering), and now I live in Hollywood (okay, will you guys just STOP?). I was your average high school class clown/drama geek. I lettered in speech and I wanted to major in theater in college. And, like your average class clown/drama geek, I was "strongly encouraged" by my dad to do something more practical. So, I became an engineer, reluctantly. Yet, even while I was being "practical," the impractical (and unfulfilled) side of me sought out places to be creative. I auditioned for community theater, and took acting courses and loved it. I even got a gig imitating Jerry Lewis in an ice show at a major theme park (no, I didn't skate. You're still laughing, aren't you?). I eventually wound my way to New York and received formal training at the Actors Studio. And now I'm an actor. An actor who happens to be an American Muslim--one of a small but growing number.