I was stuck in traffic the other day, and a man took this opportunity to yell at me from across his rolled down car window bellying “It’s Ramadaaaan.” Yes, this stranger is talking to me!
He was letting me know that it is Ramadan because I was chewing gum while driving.
Ladies and gentlemen, where do I begin with this whole over-zealous holy populace? If I were chain smoking death on a stick, no one would let me know that I was killing myself, but this man, felt that it was his duty as a good Muslim to stop me from disrespecting the fasting folk. Now, maybe I would have let this one slide, but over the last week, I was lectured by some women on the subject of Hijab and how my dressing like the ‘devil’ would not serve me well in my grave. Let me back up a little, I was at my aunt’s home offering my condolences to her for the loss of her husband. Unbeknownst to me, I found myself in the middle of a religious Dars. I’m confused, I do not live in Saudi, nor do I live in Iran, but for some reason, Jordanians are sounding more and more like people I do not recognize. What happened to moderate Jordanians? Where are they hiding?
I will continue to chew my gum…and I wish that I had blown a bubble in response to this man’s insulting commentary. That’s not the sort of person my parents brought me up to be, but in light of the current covert and overt indoctrination that is going on around me, I chose to blow bubbles at anyone who invades my personal relationship with God.
No comments:
Post a Comment