I feel that I always start a post by saying how I need to blog more. Perhaps I should make a blogging schedule. I’m just so lazy with writing.
So here I am listing again so it doesn’t go on and on.
1. My last post mentioned how I got food poisoning and I had been feeling drowsy. I had to endure that for a few more days, even going into the ER one night because I was just losing lots of fluid. I felt pretty weird for the rest of that week, and this past week I just needed to mentally recuperate. It seems that once I get sick for some reason, my whole life routine crumbles and I lose all motivation to do anything. So I’ve been going through lethargy and unproductiveness for the past couple weeks, but now that I’m back in shape, I’m really trying to get my life back together. Speaking of which…
2. April is almost done, and then I only have May, June and July to get my life together, which is such little time!! Where did the time go? I can’t believe the year just went by like that! While I was recuperating, I was panicking about how I barely got anything done this year. I still have 399065469845068 books I have to read, and household chores, and quality time with Sajid to do. I was freaking out for a few days but now I’m trying to get back on track. I’ve made lots of lists because that’s how I like wasting my time. Now I just need to do it. Ah the procrastination never ends.
3. Only eventful thing: This past weekend I went to the MIST tournament at Columbia Medical. MIST, I just looked up finally, stands for Muslim Interscholastic Tournament. Basically the muslim organizations in high schools come to compete against each other in different arenas. They have religious stuff obviously, but also categories in art, and even basketball. Albina asked me a few months ago, and I had no idea how to say I couldn’t go, didn’t want to seem like a flaky type so I just signed up to be “coach.” Chaperone is more like it. I basically needed to escort the girls around (they really didn’t need me there…), mainly to Starbucks, which I never minded.
So I was actually coach for Bronx Science’s group, the Brigades (I know, I betrayed my alma mater but hey, Stuy MSA never looked me up). But I have to say, I saw the Bronx team as my baby. I only talked to the girls, and oh my God, they were just the sweetest little girls. I was actually really really jealous of them. I never had what they have now in high school. The Stuy MSA then barely had any camaraderie, and I don’t have that many religious friends. All the teams were so excited to be competing, and they all had each other. One thing I absolutely loved about MIST was the energy. When all the teams were packed together in the auditorium, they just started chanting their team slogans and yelling and screaming and jumping, and blowing their horns and pom poms. One girl actually lost her voice on Sunday. I will never see anything with so much revelry like that ever again in an Islamic kind of setting. A bacchanal without the sex and booze = legit.
Saturday and Sunday were all day competitions and interesting lectures. I met this one African American imam who talked about the beginnings of Islam in NYC. It was really interesting. I asked him later if he had converted, and he told me was Cherokee Indian and that (at least his band) were Muslim?! I was baffled. He was a Native American Cherokee Indian, and he said that they were Muslim. I’ve been searching the internet for others but can’t find anything. I want to interview this guy. It’s super interesting. This completely breaks down all my notions of Native Americans. Not that I’m saying that now all of sudden all Native American are muslim, but there is a group out there that is…and it’s just amazing. I want to learn more about this.
Anyway Sunday night was the awards ceremony. Who would be the winners was the question. The individual winners were announced first and then the last award announced the top three schools. Bronx got many awards when I think about it retrospectively, but during the ceremony though, we felt crushed. Stuy and Brooklyn Tech seemed to be winning everything. Like everything. It did not look good at all for us. There was lots of crying of sadness, and happiness for those who were baffled that they even won.
So then came the overall winners. The Bronx girls were like “Guys, make dua!!!” I was like oh my God, these girls have such big hearts. One guy behind me was making dua for like 30 minutes straight.
Third place went to an Islamic school called Al-Noor, more or else the dark horse of the competition. I was thinking, “damn, it’s Tech or Stuy for sure for second and first place.” And then after a lot of purposeful delaying, second place went to Bronx! Everyone obviously lost their minds. It was absolutely incredible. It made no sense at the time. It was certainly either Stuy or Tech. We all thought that. Even though I have no ties to Bronx or wasn’t getting anything out of being coach, I was really moved by the whole experience. The girls were in tears of happiness, and they were so grateful. I was on the verge of crying myself because it was just really moving. I feel like tearing up just thinking about it. It was like that moment when I got into Einstein, when out of impossibility, came the most amazing outcome, a sign that God is ever present.
So I guess after a couple weeks of just being apathetic about life, and being lazy with prayer, I got some new inspiration. If these high schoolers can fill their hearts with up with much love and religious devotion, there’s no reason why I can’t.
4. Veering into present day, tomorrow is Abbu’s birthday, so I must get him something. I usually buy him two shirts, but Ma said to buy a belt for him instead. So yesterday I went to Macys and got him a thin Tommy Hilfiger belt. Turns out he is not size 38 as Ma suggested, but smaller, 34 as I later found out. Today I went to Macys, again. Sadly, they didn’t have that same belt in 34. I wanted to get a belt Abbu would recognize, like Hilfiger or Calvin Klein. None of them were to my liking and size 34. I ended up getting a belt with a big buckle, a Kenneth Cole one. But I just saw now that the buckle is just so big, Abbu will probably never wear it. So now I have to go back to Macys, AGAIN. What a dragg.
Oh on top of that, yesterday, Sajid went up to him and said “Oh, she bought you a belt,” because he totally forgot Abbu’s birthday was soon. I flipped a shit!! I went to my room and silently screamed, because I hate it when people ruin surprises! Boo.