Hi Reader,
I’m dearly and terribly sorry for the inconvenience of you bookmarking my website and checking it every hour, just to face the same post ‘Ok, ok I’m now officially sick of this.’ I’m sorry that you have had read that post so many times you have lost count, and you know every exact bit of word by heart. I can literally hear you recite the post under your breath, just as you do with a song that’s stuck in your head. Party in the USA… Yeah, yeah, yeah… Oh! Oops! Excuse me!
Anyways, back to my Muslim experience. Today is Saturday, and I’m currently in the Lenox in Boston, writing this. Talk about being really busy! I have been sooo busy on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, as well as Saturday all day. Please forgive me. I know you will.
On Wednesday, I broke so much rules, probably I have broken more rules in one day than since when I had started the project. I have broken my purity by hugging a boy that is in no way blood related to me. I have hugged a girl, that’s not blood related too. (I don’t really know how Islam is strict about not hugging girls, but I think it’s ok… I hope.) I have accidently showed my forearm to a unrelated boy. I will talk about those in depth. Oh, and I also swore. Oops.
My friend is a little bit freaked out since I have became a Muslim, but he knows that it was for a project… Weird. Anyways. On Wednesday, I saw him and we casually chatted about lacrosse, as we almost always do. We talked about other subjects, of course and then we happened to embark on the issue of hugging. I told him that we can do a Skype hug, which is basically an air hug to each other. Anyways, he opened his arms as if he was going to hug me. I stepped back from him. He charged towards me again, I barely escaped with just a brush, then his best friend attacked him and hugged him back as my friend laughed hysterically. He is weird, huh? And then later that day, he met me in the gym and we chatted for a long time and we happened to come upon the subject of drug use… I have no idea how we got to there, but we somehow did. Anyways, he was impersonating a cocaine addict, snuffing imaginary white powder with an imaginary rolled up dollar bill. And then I said, “You have a pock mark from shooting up?” And he shook his head no, and I asked him to show his arms. His arms were clean and smooth. I really want to touch it because it was a bare, exposed masculine skin that I have refrained for five days. I successfully resisted the temptation the devil had offered me. I was proud of myself, believe it or not! Anyways, he asked me if I had any pock marks. I replied, yes, I have one, from donating blood! PROMISE! Haha so anyways I started to roll up my sleeve to show him, but then I stopped immediately, but it was too late. He had seen my naked forearm! MY BARE, NAKED FOREARM! I have failed Allah. I wouldn’t be surprised if I went to Hell right now, at this instant moment. Anyways, he laughed and just went on talking. I kept on talking because what else would I have done? I have shown it to him, that’s probably the worst thing that could happen. I was wrong. Then we hugged. I have no idea how it happened. I just conked out and let it happen. It was all a fleeting moment and as quickly as it started, it ended. Then I had to go get ready for lacrosse. It was a horrible day.
More tomorrow, Thursday!