Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
It wasn't clear to me until I took a class in ritual. That college class made me ask, "Who is the ritual for?"
If the performer was doing their shtick for God, then their reward should come from God. The sanctuary, which was supposed to be worshipping The Creator instead was turning its adoration to a person. The energy flow then became more horizontal than vertical. You get me?
It's good to know who you are worshipping and why you are performing your rituals. An unexamined life is not worth living.
This week, my actions were all for Allah. I did what I could and I asked for strength and sabr to keep going.
I was oblivious to many different intrigues but I was made aware of a few.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
IN YOUR LIFETIME
GOOD ONES ONLY
ONES WHO SUPPORT YOU
DROP THE BAD FRIENDS
OR THEY WILL ADVISE YOU
IN BAD WAYS
FIND THE MASJID
WHICH CAN SUPPORT YOU
FIND THE SHEIK
WHO CAN KNOW YOU
BEFORE THE MOMENT
BEFORE THE EMERGENCY
BEFORE THE EVENTUAL
Thursday, February 19, 2009
For me, I already have felt the loss of privilege long ago when I was one of the only white girls on St. John, U.S. Virgin Islands. I remember telling the principal that I was tired of standing out in the crowd. I didn't want to be black, but I just didn't want to be so obviously white. I had been threatened and almost beaten up. I had been rejected by the cutest guy in the school...sigh! Maxentius! I had been made fun of for my hair, my skin color, my clothes, the way I spoke, and the way I danced. I guess it all prepared me for the blogosphere!
And actually, there is a part of me who likes being the outsider. One of my favorite film directors is Peter Weir, who made The Year of Living Dangeriously (starring Linda Hunt, a personal hero of mine), Witness, and Dead Poets Society among others. His movies are always about a fish out of water. I love being this person. Why? Because only when I am out of my element do I realize who I really am.
When I was fired for wearing hejab, it was actually the culmination of months of harrasssment from seemingly normal business people. They let me know that I was no longer part of, "us," or, "we." And when I looked at how horribly they treated me, I honestly didn't want to be part of them.
And this is where the post stopped for days. Why? I learned of the death of my friend's little girl.
Yet, truly I was living out the other half of this posting. For the great equalizer is in knowing that we are all servants of Allah. Some will tell you that death is the one thing that we all share. I suppose that's true for all of us, but those who are believers also understand how there is life after death. That is our common bond.
With that in mind, we are united immediately and at a most deep level.
We were picked up at the airport by a Pakistani-American couple.
I was then brought to the grieving household and hugged by Tunisians, Palestinians, and European-Americans.
I was given a ride by a Palestian-Puerto Rican to the home of a Guyanese sister-friend.
I stayed the next day with Mr. Boo's Indian babysitter, God bless her.
We left for the masjid and learned there would be another janazah; a Bosnian lady had passed and her friends and co-workers were there. We would be celebrating two very different lives.
Our lives. All these lives I've named by their ethnicity. Truly, I am only doing it for the purpose of illustrating my point. Yes, I realize their colors and their background but more than that I realize the sisterhood of Islam.
Ya, my white prviledge card got revoked. It's OK with me.
I have something far more important: I have the love of Allah which I share with my sisters.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
For me, getting clean is taking on a new meaning. I am seeing (today especially) how my efforts to get clean in this world make the dirty ugliness become more apparent.
See, when I accept mainstream culture at face value, without any examination, I fit in perfectly. I become one of the sheep following the herd. I laugh at crudeness. I gossip. I fill my heart with upset. I place clutter and chaos as the center of my home. Yet, somehow, I feel a surface-level of happiness in my lazy comfort.
When I decided that I had to get serious and wash away what was preventing me from getting to Jennah, it felt very good at first. Once again, I had a higher purpose. I could be a shepherd, instead of being part of the flock. I could be acceptable to the best, instead of hiding out with the worst.
This week, I'm starting to see, as I did before, that getting clean means realizing how dirty the world can be and how bad we can be to each other. That doesn't feel so good.
It's the same when I go to clean the countertops in the kitchen. They don't really have to get cleaned for me to get food ready. I can leave them. But, if I really get into a cleaning kick, then I scrub them and find out what color they were supposed to be. Then, I realize how the stove looks grimmy next to the clean countertop. I can't believe I didn't notice before! After that, I start in on the greasy side of the fridge. It feels like an endless, thankless job. It's easy to get a bit depressed when you feel overwhelmed by what you had once left lackidasically.
We will never be totally free from every mess and every mistake, but being better is every Muslim's goal. As I make the conscious choice to be better, I see who and what was actually worse for me than I imagined before. Ya, Allah! How did I make it through?
Only through Allah's mercy. Ar-Rahman! Ar-Raheem!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
It was God working through the pilot.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
May Allah bless those who strive for his cause with their whole heart and their every intention. For those who fall short, but wish to do better, may Allah clean their hearts and renew their souls.
LOL! I just read this on my son's friend's Facebook page:
Age your hoping to be married: maybe when I'm 70 or so. I just want to live with one woman for ever, but marriage creates obligation, and obligation destroys willingness.
May God bless that 14-year-old too!
Oh, man, I'm just looking for a pic to go with this short entry and it's taken me longer to search than it did to write.
Found this link . Groovy stuff.
This page made me mad. Grrrr! Hate it when covered women are, "captured," on film against their wishes.
Ahhhhh this page is too sweet. If you like that thing.
This was an interesting glimpse into others viewing Muslims viewing others.
And now for something completely different.
Ok, I give up. There is nothing that is appropriate enough to capture where I'm at in my head. The only picture adequate enough is a picture I took yesterday. Mashahallah.
Allahu Akbar. God is indeed great.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
إِلاَّ الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَعَمِلُوا الصَّالِحَاتِ فَلَهُمْ أَجْرٌ غَيْرُ مَمْنُون
Although many domestically cultivated figs have been hybridized to be self-pollinating, in its natural state, a tiny wasp that enters the synconium through an ostiole, or opening, opposite the stem end, pollinates the Common Fig."
"Olives are shallow-rooted, so windy areas are problematic. You won't notice a problem at first, but when a mature tree, carrying a heavy crop, is exposed to high winds, they're extremely vulnerable. If you're in a windy area, plan on planting something else!"