My friend said I need more experiences because my perceptions are flawed. The background to this statement shall be chronicled in the future.

Being sheltered, I don’t know where to experience things. At the club? On the corner? In the back of some dudes car? Over in a ditch?

I Googled some meetups, hoping to find some not so great places where Muslims hang out. I found some, but of course it was more cultural bs.

Maybe I can spend every other weekend of Ramadan in a different masjid. See if folks step in yo plate and push you in/out of line everywhere.



The best things happen in freakin Kroger, I swear. You don’t dress like this and have a normal day, Allah forbid!

Italics are thoughts.

Creepy Dude: As salam alaikum.
Me: Who the hell? Where the hell?….Wa alikum salam. Oh, that guy.
CD: Hey you go to the temple ’round here?
Me: No, I don’t go to no “temple,” I go to the masjid.
CD: Oh yea yea, well you know dats da same thang.
Me: Seriously? You deserve a kick in the balls.

I swear the dude should’ve been able to look at my face and be like “I should shut up.” 0 effort.

CD: Yeah but uh, I’m a five percenter. You heard of dem?
Me: Oh yeah, I’ve heard of them alright. And stay far away!

Creepy dude preceeds to say some other random bull, then end with some foriegn shit I’ve never heard. I mean, I say most of my greetings and all my prayers in Arabic, so I’d have known if he said anything meaningful.

The only thing missing is him tripping and falling over something. Ah, it would’ve been EPIC.

So many Kroger entries in the queue.


I never thought I knew everything, and over the last 3 years I practiced what I knew less and less. But I never thought that I never knew NOTHING. How would I know anything about anything when I never been anywhere or did anything? I’ve encountered some shitty people and been called a nigger; I thought I was set for life!

I developed opinions through 1 or 2 time experiences, and most of them were negative. Ok ALL of them were negative! From them, I decided to exclude myself from any further activities that may result in the same experience. That means everything and everyone was in categories, and once you were in one of my bad categories, your ass was STUCK.

My mom told me to stop looking at things as “good” or “bad.” I had to be in a category too. Which one do you think I was in? Yeah…

Partially taking my mom’s advice, I decided to make a grey area. I wasn’t good anymore (I once thought I was, but I wasn’t…really), I was bad, but with good qualities. I could live with that, and I did- for a little while.

It all went wrong somewhere. All my “re-education” entries will chronicle this ridiculous shit.