Thread by @hadoula1499, it’s muhararam: you’re driving as fast as u can to get a [...]

it’s muhararam: you’re driving as fast as u can to get a good parking spot outside the husainiya. Even though you’re gonna be early ur still gonna be squished by hundreds of fellow hijabi sisters.

you take your shoes off and take out the plastic bag stuffed in your bag cuz ur mum raised u to be smart and ur a recycler

you take the water bottle thats offered to u at the door cuz u know its gonna be a hot sweaty madness by the time the lecture starts

you walk in and see an ocean of black abayas, black hijabs, black hoodies and all the older women sitting on the chairs start to whisper stuff. you think u heard ‘haya bit....khlaha howa.....abooha isma.....’ but ur used to it so u move on

you see that one gassed 13 year old sitting on a chair but u smile cuz u know in 30 seconds, when an older woman comes she’s gonna have to give up that chair and join u in the ocean of aqeeq-wearing, imam ali chained abaya’d up hijabis

you send ur friend a text ‘im stood in the middle wave at me’. she waves. you still dont see her. You stand in the middle of the whole majlis for a good 3 mins until you finally see ur friend waving

next, you must being the torturous vicious journey of getting to ur friend who is sat in the most packed part of the hall. she’s told you she’s saves you a space near her, but u cannot see any sign on empty floor around her. you sigh

you begin your expedition towards your friend. you take your first step...oh no, you stepped on a a girls foot. She gives you the dirtiest look you have ever received, making you question the manners of the community you are in. surely there should be some compassion?

you apologise and firm it. you’re using people’s heads, shoulders (knees and toes) to support you and give you some balance. a couple of times u find someone reaching out their arm to help you. your faith in humanity is restored

a young toddler is asleep on the floor. there is no way for you to go over, or under, you can only go through. the mother of this child looks at you in a way that makes your entire core tremble. although it is a small step, you begin doubting the functionality of your legs

you have passed the mother, who gave u a look of disapproval even though you cam no where near her child. as soon as u begin feeling defeated you see your friend so close, you carry on

u have now reached your friend. u embrace her and say salam to those around you. some respond, some do not *sign*. ur friend picks up her shoe bag and jacket, and youe eyes fall upon what you did not believe would be possible: a space

although u have needed to modify ur breathing due to the way your body is scunched up in those tiny area of ground, u smile because you are grateful and u say alhamdA

you whisper to your friend ‘wanna get maccy ds after this’ she smiles so wholesomely at you and knows that she did not save you a space in vain

your friend takes out her phone to show u a meme she saw which reminded her of you, next thing you know you are being shushed and hushed by the resident angry khala who certainly has eyes at the back of her head. u are shook. you cant get rude because she probs knows ur mum

the lecture starts. u laugh, u cry, u deep life, u ask urself questions in your head, u reflect, u learn, u space out for a couple of mins and have no idea what the lecturer us talking about but uts calm cuz ur friend catches u up.

the lights go off. the tragedy of Imam Hussain (AS), grandson of the Prophet (pbuh) and his family is remembered, u put ur head down, grab a tissue u bought with u, and listen. you may not cry, you may not shed a tear, but you know your heart is grieving

the lights switch on. noses are being blown, tissues are being thrown, and ppl begin to stand up and recite
& #39;اللهم كن لوليك & #39;
when this is over, u see your friends, u see people u have not seen since last muharram, u see ur mums friends, u see cousins. ur happy

u may or may not stay for the latmiya. either beat the crowd and leave early, or firm and stay. whatever u decide to do u know there is a container of qeema waiting for u, and oh the qeema, what can i tell u about the qeema

eventually u leave, drive home with ine of your favourite latmiyas on. u get home, heat up the qeema eat the whole container. it may be 11.30pm but this is qeema, those are blessed calories

u hang up ur abaya which you know you’ll be wearing at majalis for the next 40 days, because this is ur muharram majlis abaya, ur ride or die. u jump in bed and fall asleep

praying that we can have these muharram nights this year iA

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