Don't Pray With That T-Shirt Next Time

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Long ago, my parents sent me to attend Islamic classes in the evening. The Sheikh there was very strict, in fact he was too strict. My friends and I called him Santa Claus behind his back because he had a really long white beard. “Oi dude, cut the crap. Santa Claus is coming” my friend would warn me when we fooled around the mosque.

One day we were going to pray, and Sheikh Santa noticed my friend’s T-shirt. “You can’t pray with that T-shirt boy. It has pictures on it. Don’t you know pictures and statues are haram?” screamed Santa. My friend at the time wore a Nike T-Shirt with a picture of Michael Jordan on it. He apologized and said he wouldn’t wear it again.

I found the experience hilarious. Next to my friend, another boy stood wearing a T-Shirt with “Metallica” written across it. It’s a good thing Sheikh Santa didn’t know what the hell Metallica is because if he did or had any idea what the lyrics of their songs were about, my friends and I probably wouldn’t be alive today.

Needless to say, I kept telling my dad all those stories until one day he decided to find me another place with a sane non-extremist Imam. Indeed he did and the Sheikh there was much nicer and more reasoned.