Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Sometimes I feel like Giant Meanie

Yes thats right... a giant meanie. I find that I lose patience with people way too much, and perhaps not deal with things in the best way. One example of this would be at Jummah about a week ago. I actually got a chance to go because I was taking 1/2 a day off to go to Vermont. Anyway, after the salah, I was doing sunnah prayers, right up against the divider wall. There were 2 little girls running and chasing each other. Weaving in and out of people, falling down, laughing. Normally I can block this out but this time is was very distracting. Especially when they decided to run in front of me. Mind you, I'm about 3 1/2 feet away from a wall. I realize that not every young child knows that you don't cross in front of someone praying, but I expect for their parents to be keeping an eye on what they are doing. Once I was done with prayer I went and asked the girls where their mum was. They brought me over to a group of women talking in the corner of the musallah. I said my salams and asked their mother if she knew that her kids were running in front of people praying? She said no and apologized. So right then and there I felt bad. Every other mother was looking at me with the death glare.

There are so many things that bother me about this. For one, the women that insist on talking in the corner could go out of the musallah to do it, and take their kids with them. There are quite a few sisters including myself that are trying to pray, make dhikr, etc, which is what the musallah is for! Next, I have a child too, and when we take him to the masjid he KNOWS to behave. My son is 9 and has autism, and he can manage to behave, so why can't other kids? Finally I get the feeling that the social aspect of going to Jummah is more important to some of these women then actually going for the purpose intended.

So in the end I feel like a giant meanie for saying something to the mother. I don't know why really, but I feel like the Masjid Police or something. Perhaps I just should have left and said nothing.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Last few Weeks

I have not written in a while. I always feel that I need some specific topic to write about, but this time I'm just going to mush a bunch of stuff into one post.

I'm seriously looking for a job again. I left my job of 7 years so that I could have a place to pray and feel comfortable wearing hijab. I kind of took the first thing that came along, that was not only a huge pay cut, but turns out not to be what I wanted. Its not that bad here I guess, but they have no appreciation for what people do for them (salaried working 65-70 hours a week sometimes). On top of that when I was out for a few days with my sick special needs child they gave me a really hard time! So I'm on the hunt for something better. I had an interview yesterday that went well. Inshallah they will call me back next week and something will come of it.

This past weekend I went to Vermont to visit my mum. I've been trying to go up there every month or so, to keep up with things. Since my dad died, I just want to be sure she is ok and not getting taken advantage of. There are only so many things you can do over the phone. Its a 200 mile drive that I do alone, and I know I shouldn't, but the circumstances make it difficult for Ian and Brian to come with me. Anyway, we had a nice time, did a little bit of shopping, played card games, watched silly things on TV... good stuff! We always end up talking about Dad, and always end up shedding tears but its good for both of us in a way. My mom gave me a picture of me and my dad from when I was about 16 years old (acid washed jeans! yuck!) and the way my dad was looking at me made me remember all of the good things in him... I need to start to do that, and let go of the bad stuff that has been nagging at me.

This leads to my next topic. A while ago I wrote about a man that I work with. He is very difficult to deal with and is always on my case. Anyway, just a few weeks ago he struck again. He was very rude to me about something and it effected me in ways that it should not have. I am always reminded of my father, and his alcoholic tendencies when this guy talks to me. The reason why it upsets me so much is that he reminds me of the bad things about my father. And then in turn I feel bad for thinking of him that way. Dad is gone, dead. I'll never see him again, and when this man talks to me like that all I can think of is how much fear I had of my father.

The one thing through all of these things that keeps me strong is Islam. I constantly make dua for guidence and forgiveness. I can't imagine what it would be like without it.