prose: mad hatter at Friday's

Last few Fridays, a man suddenly collapsed during Friday prayers. His breathing sounded like a slaughtered bull. Some men near him quit their prayers and helped to send the man to a hospital, while some just remained unperturbedly (kononnya, I don’t know) khusyuk. Me? I didn’t know there was a collapsed man until after the prayers. (no, not that i am khusyuk but rather because i was praying on the lawn, i was late hehe)

What ARE we supposed to do in times like that? Do we quit and run when Jewish soldiers are opening fire towards the jemaah or do we just stay in devotion and pray for divine help or die hopefully in iman?

If one runs, what would it show? Does it show cowardice for running, or is it an ikhtiar to avoid danger? Which one displays a stronger iman, the one who just accepts his fate or the one who actually did something to save his life? Or, does the one who runs show that he would readily denounce his religion when faced with the slightest threat for being a Muslim?

Or, is it when you are khusyuk you should be oblivious to your surroundings because you are transcended beyond the physical to offer your sacred prayer to God? So technically nothing else should matter, be it war, be it business, be it family, all that will come AFTER you finish your solat, should you die so be it or should you live so be it. And, this khusyuk-ness is your iman and it will guide you in whatever you do, should you run or should you stay in prayer?

Very tricky. And scary too. Let’s just wish our imans are intact.

disclaimer: I'm NOT religious as in Persatuan Mahasiswa Islam religious, okay babes??

On a less tricky note,

Flowing clothes like robes, cloaks, and even sarongs makes you feel ethereal and at the same time regal, especially when descending wide steps with a gusty wind giving life to your frolicsome frock. Think Eowyn at Edoras.

But then a sick thought crossed my mind. And a degrading experience is not unhelpful either. What if,

In a prayer hall where the space is limited and you need to squeeze in behind another saf. Your headroom during sujud is barely adequate. Then suddenly the person in front-of-you’s (TPIFOY) loose sarong was blown up and it caught over your head. You embarrassedly hoped that the cloth would just slide back. It didn’t. You have no choice but to get up from your sujud (you wouldn’t want to sujud forever and let everyone see this degrading situation). And you get up, with your head inside the sarong of TPIFOY. You just better hope he’s not going commando that day.



So people, better wear trousers instead of sarongs. Even those people who wear jubah sometimes wear trousers inside. Or, tie your sarong neatly and closely, like when you are wearing a sampin. Do have your underwear on when wearing a sarong. And don’t distance yourself too closely to the person in front of you. Or, just shove off the sarong if it caught on your head.

Ladies and gentlemen, your dose of crazy logic from the friendly people at crazylogicpopstartour.blogspot.com.

Remember folks, It’s crazy, but it can logically happen! ekekekekekeek