I was wondering today if I should go to Jummah or not. A sister texted me earlier, and asked if I wanted to go with her, she never been there for Jummah, and wanted to have a sister with her. So I said I was not sure, but InshaAllah I could go, depending on how my hubby feels (he removed his tonsils) and depending kids, wether or not they were going to their father, and things.

So there I was, wondering if I should go or not, when out of the blue, the Imaam sendt me an email, asking if I could be in the masjid tomorrow, because there is a woman who wishes to convert to islam. So I guess I got my answer just there! Yeah, inshaAllah I am going!

Gaaaaah I was going to blog about the answer I got today as I was wondering what to do tomorrow, go to Jummuah-prayer or not, but now my blog is acting up again, and when I push “enter” to make a break, it start writing above what I wrote first. This is actually the first thing I wrote, but now it appears last in the blog.

Salaam aleikum and a warm Hello to the rest of you guys. If any.

First, a warning. This might be offensive. But trust me, I am not pointing fingers, just letting out steam. I am posting in English for a) a wider audience, and b) to distance myself to what I am writing, and not make it so personal. This post will be written, saved, published, and maybe with a link posted on Facebook, if I am up for that. And then forgotten, hopefully.

It is just something I got to get off my chest. I am SO tired of seeing muslims comit all kinds of sins. I am tired of hearing that a muslim is “flirting” with someone. I am tired of seeing my so called sisters flash themselves on Facebook, in clothing that leaves little to the fantasy, with drinks in their hands that obviously are not exactly Kool-Aid or Coke. I am tired of hearing muslims believing that kafirs will go to Jannah.

I do not know really why these things bothers me. I should just be thinking “Whatever floats your boat” and move on with my life, move on with my strive to be the best muslimah I can, but I just can not ignore it. It is getting to me, I dont know why really, but it does. It is annoying, because I really dont mean to think bad of people, but… I am just so fed up with people who on the one hand claims “Oh, I am a muslim, sister”, and then when they think nobody is watching, or think nobody is posting on the Facebook, you see them arm in arm with a man they are not related to, or a drink in their hand with a look that tells me its not a halal drink at all…

I see people like that online. On TV, and also more and more in real life. Maybe I see it more because I am so sensitive about it right now, but I feel that it is becoming more and more comon… Modesty is disapearing and getting lost, and the culture of “no shame” is taking over.

Am I simply just getting old???

For en «utenforstående» er jaggu påsken den kjedeligste ferien i året. Julen er koselig. Man slapper mere av, man er hjemme og koser seg, og det er bare to påfølgende helligdager. Påsken derimot, er tortur. Man går hjem fra jobb tidlig på onsdag, og skal ikke tilbake på jobb før tirsdag igjen.

Så sitter man der da, og har ingenting å gjøre. Gubben og guttungen spiller WoW, ja forsåvidt eldstejenta har jo og hevet seg på den bølgen. Det går i «levling», «quests» og «guilds», og man hører «woooosh», «iaaaaih» og «How you beeing» med en stemme som selv Joey Tribiani kan missunne trollene. Og så de eviglange diskusjonene om hvilket «level» de er på, hva slags type kreatur som er best, og hvilke «pets» som rocker.

Eller, at jeg «ikke har noe å gjøre» er jo en sannhet med modifikasjoner. Jeg kan alltids finne på noe å gjøre, for all del. Jeg har masse brev å skrive, jeg har klær å henge, klær og brette, skap og rydde, hijaber å sortere, bøker å lese og en hel bod som er forsømt. For ikke å snakke om alt jeg kunne oversatt, skrevet til websiden eller til bloggen. Men orker jeg? Nei.

Da sitter jeg her da, og henger på forumer, Nettby og Fjesboka, som om verden skulle gå under i morgen og det var min siste dag på nett. Huset forsømmes, nettsiden forsømmes, og bloggen forsømmes.

Det er herlig med ferie!

For an outsider, the easter is the most boring holiday of the year. Christmas is cozy and you relax more. You are home and have a good time, even if you do not celebrate. There is also only two closed days following Christmas Eve. But Easter is torture. You go home from work early on Wednesday, and you are not going back until Tuesday morning.

Oh, holiday is niiiice!