Cleaning Up #1: Sad Eid Stories
This is part of the project: Cleaning Up Our Own Backyard, One Episode At A Time.
We collect things that bother us as Muslims, and try to fix them.
The first step to solve our problems, is to humbly admit them.
Here is episode #1.
It was my first Eid prayer. I showed up early, by myself, and found a place on the floor to sit. I noticed that no one made eye contact with me or said salaam or anything. Everyone kept to themselves. As more people streamed in, people sat around me. When it came close to prayer time, a sister walked up to me and--I'm not exaggerating here--started yelling at me for apparently single-handedly making the line crooked. I looked around and saw that there was no straight line at all for me to conform to, but I was so freaked out that I tried adjusting my prayer rug just to make her happy. This only made her ANGRIER, and she yelled at me some more. Finally she left me alone, but I was crying through the whole prayer. It would be one of many experiences of people in the Muslim community following Islam to the letter, but not the spirit. I don't mean to be negative about my experience as a Muslim, as there are many positive things I've experienced in the community as well. This just popped into my head.