Can I ask a question now?
This is a serious one. As some of you may have guessed, I'm a Muslim who was raised catholic (long story, I also have a degree in Religious Studies, and speak French, Mandarin and bits of a few other languages, so tend to know my stuff), although I don't really know who to talk to or how to "get involved" with Islam on a practical level... because there are cultural differences in the way things are done which I don't cope well with as a father (everything from what jokes are considered appropriate to how respect is shown).
I am also a recent dad and my kid looks up to me (which is nice, if somewhat intimidating). Now, raising a kid Muslim makes sense on a philosophical level, but culturally I struggle (possibly because I appear to be such an outsider).
One example would be in the naming of the kid. We struggled and in the end went for a VERY traditional Scottish name that can be pronounced by Arabic/Urdu speakers rather than an "Islamic name"... essentially because when the altzheimer's has kicked in, and I'm sat half blind in a nursing home, I want to be able to recognise my kids when they introduce themselves to me).
Other things that bug me is the way stories are told in Islam. There is an overload of reverence for the book, the people and the stories (which for an adult can be a good thing), but I feel that it might make my kid less flippant and willing to question and challenge the world when compared to the mix of comic books and songs that catholic kids get offered. I suppose the English language/Christian equivalent would be the following juxtaposition.
This is how many Muslims seem to tell stories (very "King James!"):
"And verily, (because he is most high) did God grant unto his most loyal servant (pbuh), the might and power (being a shadow of the might and power displayed and embodied by God) necessary to overcome his enemies, and lo he did smite them with his arms and rend their hosts asunder".
Whereas what I want to say is (a bit more "Star Wars"):
"A long time ago in a far away place, God could see that his friends were struggling, so he made them stronger. When their enemies attacked, they didn't know what hit them... it was like the closing scene of the Avenger's movie, but with camels and swords. God's servant fought so hard that he was chopping people IN HALF!"
I guess what I'm looking for is a way to do the "no God but God, Mohammed is his messenger" bit with my kid whilst still being the person I've always been, and having him still feel like my son (because, to be honest, it would weird me out 20 years from now, if he didn't share the family sense of humour). I am actually quite resistant to sending him to the Islamic/Arabic Saturday school (preferring a mix of rugby and mandarin Chinese).
Please try not to be too harsh, because this is a struggle to realise that many of the things that I really enjoyed about my childhood may not happen for the kid in the same way.