The Great Gelatin Divide

“Do they have gelatin in their treats?”

My son is four years old and full of wonder. The world must seem massive and wild through his eyes. There are so many trucks, trains, plants, animals, and, religions, to categorize. He comes from engineers on both sides, so this compulsion to organize and label, is not surprising to me. What is surprising is this need of his to flesh out the difference between Muslims and non-Muslims, before he can even read.

Like any kid, he is attracted to sugar, and it seems the higher the index of FDC #’s the better the treat. It’s just that most of those vibrant, gelatinous treats contain well, gelatin. We keep a halal kitchen and are fortunate to live in an area of the country where halal markets and restaurants are abundant. So when we are in the gas station or the grocery check out line and he asks for gummy worms, Starburst, Skittles, or any other similar treat, I read the labels. If it has gelatin, I tell him we can’t eat it because it has gelatin and Muslims don’t eat that. It’s always been, ‘nuff said, tantrum abated.

I could explain the dangers of high fructose corn syrup, or artificial preservatives and additives, but in the midst of a whining episode, religion’s finality is too appealing. And like many expediencies of parenting, it has come to back to bite me.

Entire cities have been typecast. “Mama, in San Francisco, they eat gelatin and have dirty streets, right?”

“Do people who eat gelatin also watch TV?”

Or even more worrying and difficult, “Does Grandma eat gelatin?”

We live in the San Francisco Bay Area, one of the most culturally and ethnically diverse places in the world. Surrounded by all of this diversity, perhaps this is my son’s way of organizing himself into this world. There are steam engines and diesels, and people who eat gelatin and those of us who don’t. It doesn’t seem to bother him, nor does it seem to contribute to fear or arrogance towards those who are different than us. It’s more a process of acceptance.

A few months ago a new halal market opened up on Telegraph Avenue in Oakland. It bakes its own fresh pita bread, has organic flours and produce, a bakery, clean aisles, and a delicious restaurant. It’s a step forward in the world of dingy halal markets. And to my son’s pleasure, it also has a substantial sweets and treats section. On quaint wooden shelves there are rows and rows of colorful, gelatinous treats, none of which contain an ounce of gelatin. I love to watch him approach the sweets section, at first with caution, then a dawning enthusiasm that gives way to excitement, and finally to a sense of ownership and pride. It’s comforting to know that he can accept, at such a young age, that there are restrictions to our Islamic life style, but that there is also great abundance, if only we are patient and follow some simple rules.

He is my first child, and having grown up without feeling an outsider in my country, ‘an other’, I am still uncertain that this categorizing of those in the broader community is a healthy thing. Many people whom he loves dearly, Grandma, Grandpa, aunts and uncles do in fact eat gelatin, even bacon. But perhaps this is where we hand off the torch to the next generation of American Muslims, to ease off of our fears of being labeled, of looking different, and let our children guide us towards articulating the differences between ‘us and them’ in a manner that inspires. To let them figure out how they fit in, and to trust that rather than find restriction in the rules, that they will find rows and rows of sweets to marvel at. Even here, on Telegraph Avenue in Oakland, California.

Shannon Staloch

Shannon Staloch is a mother and a midwife in Oakland, California. She keeps a blog at

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  • Maha

    I loved this post! The writing, the reflectiveness, the way you weaved together identity and integration from the eyes of a four year old!

  • fatima

    Two thumbs up! loved it!

  • lubna

    Wonderfully protrayed the dilemma of muslim mom living in America.

    We also have a Halal kitchen and don’t eat things with gelatin or any non-halal ingredient.

    My daughter also at the age of 4 learned that we as muslims don’t eat gelatin or any thing that is not halal. Now she is 9 mashallah and in those 5 yrs she has taught alot of non muslims like our neighbors, her school friends and teachers about halal and haram. And I was amazed as when my neighbour the other day before offering a candy to my daughter read the labels to see if it had gelatin and other non halal products in it .

    So keep doing it because our children are watching and learning from us.

  • Fariha

    totally reminds me of my son! How he tries to organize the world around him, as black or white, the questions he asks – you explained it right on :)

  • kariman

    really beautiful shannon–hope to meet some day as i am also in CA :)

  • ummossama

    Loved it. JAK for sharing.

  • Manija Ansari

    Mashallah, love this. So beautifully articulated. We miss you guys and can’t wait to see you.

  • thanaya asgher

    jazakAllah for the your lovly reflections on a four year old’s thought process! may Allah swt help you in this journey and reward you for your perseverence and effort in raising good kids, Ameen

  • Yusuf

    Great piece! Thanks for the suggestions.

    Can I confirm that this new Halal Market is the one just outside of the Telegraph and 31st St. Mosque? I have walked inside it after Eid but it was too busy. This place sounds great. I must return for some groceries inshaa’allah.

  • ummossama

    …..and a congratulations on the birth of Fatima Elaine!!! May Allah(swt) make her among the righteous. Hope you are both in the best of health and spirits.:)

  • anon.


    Wonderful post. Just wanted to mention something that’s been bothering me… I’m a little bit uncomfortable with the phrase “keeping a halal kitchen”, I’m assuming that it’s been taken from the expression “keeping a kosher kitchen”? I think they use that expression because they have some serious restrictions about meat and cheese being stored together, etc, while we do not have those types of rules….