Taking stock, as you do from time to time, I find myself reflecting on just how out of step I feel with the world at times.
I look around me and see all kinds of people, all manner of ways of being, people I genuinely love at a deep level, and yet, I am tribeless in so many ways. I don’t fit in. I’ve never fit in. And even if I did I probably didn’t feel it.
Striving, as we do, to live an ethical life, we can get pulled in so many well-meaning ways. There are plenty of well-meaning, kind, nice, ethical people out there. And yet, as Muslims we have to be it in a different kind of way.
There are the obvious things like, not attending places that serve alcohol. As a result that puts us completely out of the social sphere of most non-Muslim people I would rather like to hang out with. We don’t do the pork thing, which seems to perplex some (really, it smells like burnt tyres… go without it for a month and see). We don’t freely mingle with people of the opposite sex – I know, I know, how do we survive at all (families do mingle, just not singletons) and then there’s music. Yes, we don’t really go for music either, although some Muslims are OK with it, it certainly isn’t the centre of our lives to which we all dance gaily around.
See? Mixing can be problematic, and I suppose no matter how hard we try it always will be.
Most of the time I am OK with this. I am OK with being me and walking the path I see as right whether or not everyone else is walking somewhere else. And I have my babes, and resident squatter who calls me ‘wife’ – I have my tribe.
I just wish sometimes it was a little larger…