Talking About Ramadan

Just a heads up before I start: this post is not going to be cute or fuzzy. It’s going to be a complaint, rant, gripe, whatever you want to call it. I’m not going to name names, mention Facebook pages, use bad language, or claim I’m a good Muslim and you, whoever you might be, are a bad Muslim.

Ramadan is not a substitute for Thanksgiving. Ramadan is not about cooking, special dishes, spending huge amounts at the grocery store, or posting pictures of the fabulous Iftar you or someone else set out the night before.

Ramadan is not a time for children to go door to door every night asking for candy and treats as though this was a month long version of Halloween. I do not care if this is something done in some countries, and I do not care if this is something that has always been done in those same some countries, it is not a part of Ramadan.

Ramadan is not about Eid.

Eid is not a substitute for Christmas. There is no place for Eid gift exchanges, Eid decorations, Eid trees, Eid clothes, Eid cards, and pre-Eid sales.

All right, enough said.



Emma Chewing A Bone


Emma was a Labrador/Pitbull cross that I found running around loose early one morning. She was about 7 months old, had mangy skin, didn’t know what stairs were, and tried to drink out of any beer can or bottle she spotted on the ground. Between me, my Mom, and our old Lab Peter we got her retrained and reconditioned into one very cool dog. Her full name was Emma Peel, because she had a white stripe on her chest that made her look like she was wearing a black jumpsuit with the front zipper pulled down.