If you’re a Non-Muslim and you see a Muslim praying in public, could you please not pass in front of them?
Go behind them, but not in front. 👍
Oh, signal boost! I didn’t know this.
Okay, but also: if you see a Muslim praying in public and they have something in front of them, like a purse or a bag or something like that, you can pass in front of them, but pass in front of that object.
it’s called a sutrah, and it’s meant to act as a physical barrier between the person praying and someone who might happen to pass in front.
Also, if you did this and didn’t know, please don’t beat yourself up over it. Now you know! Muslims aren’t supposed to pass in front of Muslims praying, either, because prayer is communication with God and you don’t want to break that connection.
Spread culture, respect customs, be good people. Simple as that.
Happy anniversary! It’s been exactly one year since we met. Do you remember me? Not to be presumptuous, but you probably do. We butted heads, so to speak, as you were on your way to a Laker game and I was on my way to a game night at a friend’s. I mean, I certainly remember you!
Actually, I don’t. I don’t remember meeting you, or your car, at all. I remember pedaling along Palms Avenue, under a nice orange-sunset sky. Then I blink, and then I’m in a hospital bed at Cedars Sinai. Weird memory, right? People don’t just blink into hospital beds. My brain must have deleted 8-12 hrs at some point overnight.
Anyway, it’s been such a long time since I’ve met you, so I wanted to catch up. Well, according to memory, I haven’t actually met you. You know, with the whole blank memory after the collision, and…right, I digress. So, where to begin? You probably missed that Laker game, sorry about that. They lost, so I’d say you didn’t miss much. Unless you were going as a Suns fan, in which case, you missed a good game (not that I’d know). I, too, missed a riveting game! It’s called Vampire: The Masquerade. It’s a tabletop role-playing game. Kind of like Dungeons and Dragons, if you’ve heard of it. You should try ‘em sometime.
As you can see, my bike was demolished. I can assume your Honda Civic didn’t fair too well, either. Cars don’t exactly plow through 200 lbs. of man and bicycle without a scratch. I also lost a shoe. It was one half of a really good pair of shoes. It must have flown off at some point during the whole ordeal. I’ll guess that your shoes were just fine, and are still a complete pair. I wonder, were you hurt? Don’t worry about me, I just had a concussion, several scars, and a fractured spine. It sounds worse than it was. I mean, it fucking SUCKED. But I did catch up on a lot of comic books! Not much else I can do when I can barely leave my bed for two months. I’m sure you bounced back a lot faster.
I actually want to say, passive-aggressiveness aside, I hope 2015’s been good to you. I sure as hell had a good one. In fact, this might have been my favorite year in a long while. I’ve met incredibly great, kind, intelligent, creative, passionate people. I’ve been a part of fantastic projects that have really motivated and inspired me, creatively. And I really harbor no ill will against you. I hope your insurance premiums didn’t skyrocket.
Who knows, perhaps we might meet, face to face, in the future. I won’t know, because I won’t have any familiarity with who you are. If a woman gives me a look of shock, I’ll just go off of that.
