Since I’m Catholic, I know that there’s all kinds of weird/funny things in my religion. Just ask my husband how grossed out he was when I explained about the wine (blood) and bread (flesh). However, Catholics, unless we’re at a wake or something, tend to not say unintentionally funny things about their religion. Muslims, on the other hand, are cracking me up daily.
The following excerpt is from an article describing the ‘Riyadh International Book Fair.’ The entire article is hilarious, and worth reading in its entirety, especially since it’s posted on the excellent Saudi Jeans blog.
“Few minutes after the beginning of the panel, Dr. Mohammed Al-Zulfa, member of Shoura Council who called for the right of women’s driving, came and sat next to me…But after the panel was ended, the same people who were gathered around Al-Dakheel came and stood around Dr. Al-Zulfa and started talking to him. They were telling him to stop calling for women’s rights, and that he has no right to talk about such issues because they should be only tackled by Sheikhs and scholars. Al-Zulfa refused to obey, and asked what’s the difference between him and these sheikhs. “Is it something with my clothes? I can change my clothes, you know,” he told them….
“Do you want to face God on judgment day with women’s driving next to your name?”* one of the sheikhs asked Dr. Al-Zulfa who did not reply.”
Maybe Muslims should adopt the Catholic practice of the confessional. That way, you can sort of prep God for all your bad deeds, instead of showing up and having to admit a serious infraction like Dr. Al-Zulfa’s.
For my Muslim friends, here is how you do it. When you confess, you have to remember that there are little sins and big sins. I generally just skip to the 7 Big Ones, since I’m sure to have committed at least one on that very day. Today, for example:
Sloth – took a nap from 3 to 5, when I was supposed to be cleaning the floors for my guests tomorrow.
Gluttony – Found Betty Crocker yellow cake mix at my local market (wow!), mixed up a bowl of batter – and because I have no oven, ate the batter. And it was damn good.
Lust – Saw the cute French guy next door (tall, silver hair, great clothes), and told all my friends that he was “zween” and what I might do to him if given the slightest encouragement.
Anger – Yelled at the guy on the 3rd floor (called him a donkey) for dumping his wash water onto the street.
Erm, I think you all get the idea.
*bold type is mine