It was the summer of 1991, when the biggest catastrophe imaginable, for myself and my siblings, transpired. Our only window to the world and sole means of leisure, the coveted National Panacolor 150-pound state-of-the-art 18-inch TV with a full-on wooden enclosure, stopped working. It was a dark day. Although we only had two channels that operated between 8 am and 11 pm, we were allowed to watch enough programming a week, totaling 2 hours at least, that the prospect of losing that was worse for us kids than death itself. My dad was out of the country on an assignment for 6 months, so getting a replacement was out of the question. My mom was not an avid TV watcher, so she didn’t care that we lost our only source of entertainment. In fact, for her, it was a good thing. At least we would get to spend those two extra hours a week doing more homework or spending more time training at our sporting club for our Karate tournaments. But my siblings and I were not prepared to accept that bleak reality without a fight. I worked up the confidence to tell my mom, firmly: “Mom, I collected money from us kids, and we will hire a technician to fix the TV, so you don’t have to worry about a thing. We’ll pay for it ourselves!” With the most dismissive look, my mom glanced at me for a second, before getting back to preparing her upcoming lesson plan, being the avid geography teacher that she was, and told me nonchalantly: “No. We won’t do that. But I’ll tell you what, if you can fix it yourself, I’ll let you guys watch it again.” Fix it myself? What kind of crazy talk is this? What do I know about televisions to fix it myself? I’m a high school student, for heaven’s sake! Why do you have to be so difficult? If Dad were here, he would have taken care of this right away! This is simply unfair! Of course, none of these colliding thoughts made it past my lips. All my mom saw was me looking at her with wide eyes and quivering lips, so she took another glance at me and asked, disinterestedly: “Are we good here?” I replied promptly, without hesitation: “Yes, Mom! This sounds like a great plan! I’ll work on it!”
And so it began. The quest to revive our beloved TV was underway. Looking back, I realize that the best part turned out to be that I had to do it myself. I worked with my brother and my sister, and we came up with an airtight plan. My sister’s job was to ask family members if they had any experience or knowledge about this stuff. My brother’s job was to ask our friends for tips. My job was to visit our local library and sweet-talk the librarian into suggesting all books and manuals that could possibly help me get enough information to fix the TV. The task was arduous, and the path was considerably grueling, but the incentive was compelling: our favorite soccer final was creeping up, and fixing the TV before then was an absolute must! The three of us spent many long days and sleepless nights gathering every bit of information that we could find to diagnose the ailment of our old friend. After lengthy hours of research, phone calls, and visits to the library, it was suggested that we needed to change the TV’s cathode-ray tube. It took me 3 visits to different electronic parts stores, and the equivalent of about $100 until I found the coveted component. With great anticipation, the three of us sat around Mr. Panacolor, praying to All-Mighty God to grant us success in the impending delicate procedure. I carefully replaced the cathode-ray tube with the new one, put the screws of the TV’s back panel back on, asked my sister to connect the power, and while turning the TV on, anxiously murmuring “Bismillah” with a shaky voice. Lo and behold, the TV came back to life and the procedure was a success! Allah helped us restore our TV’s health! Mom looked at us with a straight face and said: “This was not entirely disastrous!”
Now imagine that your TV broke today. Aside from the fact that most people would prefer to buy a new one, those of us who still have an ounce of curiosity left, or some DIY spirit, would opt for fixing it. And the first thing most people are going to do, without much thinking or planning, is to log into a social media platform to get information. Instead of going to the library to check out books and periodicals, they’ll most certainly go on YouTube, Facebook, Quora, or Reddit. They’ll ask friends on Discord or Instagram, and search for relevant videos on TikTok. It's difficult to imagine what we could possibly do about anything, without social media. If you want to learn how to bake, do woodworking or crochet, you go on social media. If you want to do research about an item to purchase, you go on social media. If you want to get the news or engage in activism, you go on social media. If you want to get married, you go on social media. If you need to take an unfortunate shortcut towards Islamic knowledge, you, purportedly, go on social media. Our ideas, feelings, emotions, appearances, and consumer behavior are all shaped by social media. Our social interactions, daily experiences, and worldviews are formed on social media. Our perceptions of history, political views, and economic perceptions are determined by social media. Even our entertainment can now be fully provided by the platforms of social media. If our TV broke in the year 2024, we might not have noticed; and if we did, it would have taken us 2 hours, not 2 weeks, to either fix it or replace it. No human invention in the history of the world took more hold, exercised more sway, and dictated as much of our existence as social media has. It exposed us to what used to be inaccessible knowledge and connected us with people we would have never met. It made everything easier, faster, and more efficient. Essentially, it brought the world to our fingertips, so to speak. The question we raise here is simple: Was this transformation healthy for us?
The purpose of this essay is to assert an emphatic NO to this question. What follows is why.
There are a few things I need to clarify at the onset. First, what do I mean by social media? It's simply a technology that “employs mobile and web-based technologies to create highly interactive platforms via which individuals and communities share, co-create, discuss, and modify user-generated content." This includes platforms similar to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, SnapChat, X, etc. Second, the thoughts articulated in this essay are those of a concerned father and mentor and not the abstract contentions of someone who possesses an academic proclivity. The impact of social media affects everyone’s kids, including my own. This matter is personal to me, and I write about it with my children in mind. Third, it may occur to those who have heard me express critical views about social media in the past that I’m opposed to it only on religious or behavioral grounds, or even for health reasons. This essay, hopefully, will demonstrate that my opposition to social media is absolute, and rests inherently on philosophical grounds. Fourth, the ideas in this essay take for granted the instructiveness and authoritativeness of Islamic law. Once a certain quality or ramification of social media is established to be antithetical to Sharia, it will be assumed to be harmful in and of itself and no further discussion will be offered to use other means to prove why it is harmful. Fifth, I do not strive here to prove that social media is unqualifiedly bad. Honest assessment entails an acknowledgment that there are ostensibly useful functions of social media platforms that many might find beneficial. Be that as it may, this essay attempts to confirm beyond doubt that any pro of social media is far outweighed by severe cons. It will also attempt to show that most possible pros are essentially cons when understood profoundly. For some, this will prove to be most difficult to accept, not for the lack of evidence to support my thesis, for it's quite ubiquitous, but rather as a result of people’s emotional attachment to and dependence on social media. No child wants to give up their toy, after all.
The way this essay is organized is as follows. After this introduction, I will highlight the statistics of social media usage across genders and age groups. Second, I will examine the state of ongoing research and will cite academic articles, surveys, and peer-reviewed studies to assess the impact of social media consumption on our interpersonal behavior, mental health, social experience, and overall wellness. Third, I will then switch gears to substantiate the claim that social media is diametrically antagonistic to basic Islamic teachings, and therefore must either be abandoned or extremely restricted in its consumption to minimum, intentional usage. This will be achieved by analyzing the most common features of social media and cross-examining them against basic tenets of Islamic law, to evidence their incompatibility. Fourth, the essay will culminate with a theoretical discourse to highlight its main thesis: that social media platforms are philosophically irreconcilable with Islamic teachings at the most fundamental level. The ethos in which social media thrives as a means of communication is one that is not only different but entirely clashing with the core objectives of Shariah. Last, we will dedicate the last section of this essay to sharing possible recommendations on how to address the ailments of social media within the Islamic context, as individuals, parents, mentors and concerned citizens.