I just have to get something off my chest, and that is this: aside from whomever he chose to share that information with, Michael Jackson’s Lord and Creator is the only One who knows whether or not he died as a muslim. Not everyone, but indeed some people have been quite rude actually, in asserting their opinions. I personally and sincerely hope with all my heart that he did in fact die as a muslim. That man did a lot of good in his life with what Allaah granted him of wealth, and the perfect ending to such a life would be declaring the Oneness of the One who provided him with that wealth, and the truth of His message.
(Just had to get that off my chest. Now, back to what I was saying 🙂 )
About 10 years ago, way back in the day…way, way, waaaaaaaaay back in the day, before marriage and children, I worked as a babysitter for a muslim family in Northern Virginia. I actually wasn’t expecting to get the job, and was surprised when the mom called me and told me I had been hired. She said that they decided to hire me after speaking with my references, and all of them referring to me with the same characteristic…”nice” – they all said I was nice.
Yeah, I guess you could say I was a pretty nice, laid back sister back then mashaa Allaah. But is it just me, or does something happen to nice laid back people after marriage and children? No really, seriously. Over the years, I feel like I’ve turned into somewhat of a grouch. Easily irritated, snappy, increasingly intolerant, etc. As far as I can remember, I was never like that before.
I think it has a lot to do with increasing responsibilities. Ten years ago, I didn’t have anyone to take care of other than myself. I didn’t have anyone depending on me like I do today. There was no one that Allaah had put in my care and trust, so you could say I was for the most part carefree.
The responsibilities of a wife and mother can be quite overwhelming at times, but I don’t – and I never have – liked feeling like a grouch about it. It’s supposed to be one of the most fulfilling things in a person’s life. Not a source of grouchiness. I often worry about what effect my mood will have on my children in their lives. When they get older, I do want my kids to remember me as the happy-go-lucky type of mom. Who was always pleasant and smiling in their faces. Not Oscar the Grouch.
So that’s why I couldn’t stop smiling on the way home from my Qur’an exam yesterday. I was grinning ear to ear as I walked the 2 blocks home. Alhamdu lillaah I wear niqab, otherwise someone might have taken me for a “street talker” – you know the ones who walk around the neighborhood in a daze, talking to, laughing at, and smiling to themselves. Most inner-city neighborhoods have at least one…I know mine did. But that’s neither here nor there….
So anyway, back to what made me smile. After I finished my exam, I ran into an American sister I had met there at the school before. She was sitting in the lobby with her kids waiting for a friend to finish up her exam. As I made small talk with her, I played and joked with her children – a 6 year old boy and a 2 year old girl. The kids were absolutely adorable mashaa Allaah, and very well-behaved. A few minutes of chit chat went by and I had to get going. I gave my salaams and made my way out the door. Just as I got out the door, I could hear the boy saying to his mother,
“Mommy, that was a nice sister.”
Made my day.