Friday, June 12, 2009

Friday Sermon: Piety

I never really write in this blog anymore, so I thought I could start things up again in here.

So we live in this little low class area in Hadayeq El Qobba in Cairo, Egypt. It's -let's face it- filthy, crowded, flaming hot, and very very loud. Right next to us is one of those "mosques" that are just a little room equipped with the cheapest lowest quality mic and speakers. At times like these, I say hats off to the Shiats for being lazy and gathering the 5 prayers a day into three prayers only.

Every Friday, as habit has it, the "Imam" says his themed Friday Sermon. Today's theme was "piety" or Taqwa.

Don't get me wrong, I am NOT going to talk about Islam and how wonderful it is. I don't believe in religions. On the contrary, I'm writing this post to discuss how useless today's Sermon was to the lifestyle of the populace of this area.

Now, in a nutshell -and because I wasn't really listening to the whole sermon-, the Imam talked about the five pillars of Islam: Prayer, Fasting, Zakat (helping the needy), Hajj, and... I forgot what the fifth was. He discussed how God specifically adresses us, "His slaves", saying that we should be pious and do as He says. That first point, as I'm sure you agree, is useless because what Muslim doesn't know that?

The second point was how every man (not woman, for some reason) is responsible for making sure his family members are pious. Every man should order -I'm not just using the word "order", he actually used that exact word- his wife to pray, be decent, and wear a veil. He should also order his children to do the same, if they were girls. He did not mention anything about ordering the boys to be pious.

The reason why this second point is absolutely useless is because there is literally not more than 4 unveiled women in this area, one of whom is me. Women have no right to have any kind of rituals of their own because their ritual has been established a long time ago. They go to their mothers or mothers-in-law on weekends, they talk them on the phone all week. That's all the ritual women are allowed to have here.

Whereas men (who are supposed to order their women to be pious and put them at home) are out getting into fights, smoking pot, or just slobbing at a nearby outdoor "Ahwa" ( low class coffee shop). And boys (who are not butched around by their fathers like the girls are) are out playing video games, watching pornography, or stabbing each other to death.

I'm not exxagerating, by the way. My husband told me a story about this boy who was being "disrespectful" to a powerful gang of 19-20 year olds. They hit him to death and then carried his body over their heads to his mother.

Doesn't it strike you as absurd that ever since I have moved into this area about 20 months ago, that's approximately 80 Friday Sermons, not one Sermon discuss how God doesn't want us to act treat each other like animals and that God wants us to be kind to each other and resolve our issues peacefully and not violently? Not once did the Imam try to educate the boys about how important manners are. Why is it so important for them to preach to us about calling on our neighbours to pray and be pious, and not about being kind and peaceful with our neighbours?

It's quite disturbing seeing all these young and old men stand shoulder next to shoulder to say their Friday prayers in the street, knowing that this is only an attempt at appearing pious. The truth is these same people gather around tables full of cheap weed, smoking it all night until dawn at 4 am whenever a street wedding takes place.

What good would a stupid Friday Sermon about praying and making your women wear the veil do to a populace like this?

No good.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

An Attempt At Rating My Life.

I tried some life rating quiz online.
This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 6.3
Mind: 6.2
Body: 5.5
Spirit: 6.8
Friends/Family: 5.9
Love: 7.3
Finance: 4.3
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Why Would Anyone...

Let people go?

It doesn't really matter if they don't realize who they are to me, and it doesn't matter who I am to them. It doesn't matter if they want to remember me or dispose of me. It doesn't matter if our pasts contained too much emotion that it got tiring, and it doesn't matter if they contained none at all...

It doesn't really matter where our futures head, how differently we think and function, how far apart we grew. It doesn't matter if we despised each other at a certain point, if we abandoned each other at a certain point, if we downright hurt each other to the extent that we don't know how to be around each other and how to talk to each other anymore...

It doesn't matter if we misjudged each other, if we talked about each other behind each other's backs. It doesn't matter if we know our kids will never know each other or play with each other...

It doesn't matter if we know we will never be together the way we used to be, or even close...

It doesn't even matter if we never see each other ever again...

No matter what, I think of them always. Sometimes every day. I think of the coversations we had, the adventures we had, the closeness we had. I imagine what they'd say in certain situations. And even though it might sound sad that I never let go of the memory of my past, I will never intend to.

Every person knows deep inside that we don't live forever, and that we should take the most of life while we're here. No matter how cliche this is, it's true.

I'm 21 years old and just like I said when I was 16, I see my life through the people I have known and will know.

It is a passionate little thing, the concept of relationships, and I absolutely love it.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

I am The Moon.

You are The Moon

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.

The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Monday, January 07, 2008

At Least.


I think I have made it quite well.

My little baby started kissing the day before yesterday.
And he loves it because he knows we love it.
And he laughs while he does it.

I have made it here in one piece;
5-month-old baby, healthy and happy to a fair extent.
Maybe the reason why he is scared of loud voices is that his daddy and I fight in front of him.
But we also love each other in front of him. And we engulf him in that love.
And I think that's pretty good.

It's good to hate loud voices.
It makes you less violent.

Maybe I don't trust my husband very much, maybe I am overly extreme when it comes to being jealous, and maybe I dream of a kind of love that I always see in the movies. I have a disorder, I can't tell what is real life and what is a movie. Do they have a name for that?

But...
I have made it here, in one piece;
A husband I unconditionally love.
That is an achievement I must say.
Husbands are so hard to keep. Especially when that disorder drives them nuts.

Maybe I have had more verbal diarrhea than I wanted, and drove some people extremely angry.
And maybe I did realize that I am a judgmental person and maybe I want to bury myself and write "judgmental fucked up veryseriouslymentallyill bitch" on my tombstone.

But at least I got here in one piece.
And at least I know it.
And at least I want to try to do something about it.
And at least I'm not promising anything.
And at least I can still hope for me to differ and for this very embarrassing self-wallowing to stop.

And at least I started singing again.

Both Sides, Now.

Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons evrywhere
Ive looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on evryone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
Ive looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its cloud illusions I recall
I really dont know clouds at all

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As evry fairy tale comes real
Ive looked at love that way

But now its just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, dont let them know
Dont give yourself away

Ive looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really dont know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
Ive looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say Ive changed
Well somethings lost, but somethings gained
In living evry day

Ive looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all
Ive looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
Its lifes illusions I recall
I really dont know life at all

- Joni Mitchell-

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Loreena Mckennit - Bonny Swans.