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Lady of Indecision 

How about a patron saint of indecision? —- My Lady of Indecision. 

Not making a decision is my worse trait. I am sick over it myself. For me making a decision is a problem. To me a decision is like an insurmountable mountain. 

You can’t imagine how problematic it is? I have to write a letter. It’s of utmost importance, and I should write it immediately. What do I do? I keep thinking I will do so in a minute……

The minute stretch to hours — morning goes —- evening starts —- the day ends —- postponed to another day, and it goes on…….

Going out? I will look into my wardrobe. Stare in vain inside to find something to wear. At least it is still easier to decide than going to a party. The indecision reaches hellish proportions. What to wear, which purse, which footwear and which jewelry  to match? I feel tired even before I have to go. A headache of gigantic magnitude heads my way.

My (late) husband R had no such problem. A day or so earlier he would ask me to press his chosen clothes. He would take a shower, change and be ready in ten minutes. I did envy him his habit, but alas! I am made a different way.

I am truly horrified at myself. Why I am so indecisive? From where I got this gene? From father or mother? Since both of them passed away a long time ago, it’s hard to ascertain. I will never know where to lay the blame, and who burdened me with this affliction?

My earlier response to the same prompt is “Can I be a Saint?” June 2, 2014



A True Saint

In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.


Can I be a Saint?

Daily Prompt: A True Saint
In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.

I do believe that there were, (and are) good, virtuous people on this earth. They helped (and are helping) humanity, and their lives are exemplary for ordinary folks like us.

I am just an ordinary person. I don’t think I can be anywhere close to the definition of a saint. If for some illogical reason I think I am a saintly person, then I should get my head examined.

Sorry, I can’t be a saint, cause I am a Muslim. In Islam it’s considered a “Shirk” (شرك), if you pray to someone other than God. You can only ask God for help.

If a saintly person is alive, and he asks God to intercede on your behalf, his prayer might be accepted by God. Once that saintly person dies, he ceases to be of any help. He can’t hear your pleas, because he is dead. The dead can’t hear us. Their lives are over.

There are all sorts of people in my religion Islam. Most of them have never studied the Quran. Quran is a book of guidance. They never sought guidance from it.

What many Muslims do (I am ashamed to say) they wrap the Quran, and put it in a place. Occasionally they take it out, and after kissing it, touching their eyes to it, put it back again in a high place. Some of them have never looked at it. These Muslims never learned what’s there to learn, true words from God.

These Muslims only carry the name, they have nothing to do with Islam. Some of them only bring a bad name to Islam. At moments like those I wish I could disappear from the face of earth.

They forget that someday they are going to meet their Creator, face to face. They will have to answer to their deeds.

Here I do ask: why a bad person (who may be a Muslim) who does a dastardly deed, Islam and Quran is dragged through mud by the media and anti Muslim people?

Nothing like that happens if a bad man is a Jew or a Christian. Why the discrimination?

To tell the truth, I always breathe a sigh of relief when that person turns out to be a non Muslim.

Can I be a Saint?