If you are a man New York City is the global capitol of fitnah in the summer. I mean, seriously, it is almost too much to take and a brother just feels like throwin in the towel sometimes. The streets are crammed with women representing every flavor and there is nowhere to escape.
Yesterday I attended Masjid al-Farooq in Brooklyn for Jummahu and it was jam-packed as usual and the Yemeni imam gave a Khutbah on the rights husbands hold over their wives and last week he gave one on the rights wives hold over their husbands. I left feeling good and bought one of those thingies that hang from your rearview mirror in you car that read Allah in Arabic and then commenced to walk to the Fulton Mall in Downtown Brooklyn.
For those of you unfamiliar with Brooklyn the Fulton Mall is a pedestrian mall made up of all kinds of shops, and for the most part, is ghetto. On a day when it was something like 90 degress outside what did that mean? Multitudes of Puerto Rican girls in tight jeans and a third of a shirt, black girls in mini-skirts that has all the brothers waiting for the wind to blow, and Dominican girls showing off their tattoos in special places.
I had to wait for the bus at the mall and stood next to a Hasidic Jewish man who had his baby in a stroller while he waited on the bus. I couldn’t turn in any direction without seeing something that looked like Vida Guerra with a cute face or some girl that looked like she just stepped off of a BET video set and what was I to do?
The combination of all these women around in their CFM clothes and the heat led me to go across the street and buy a bottle of water while I waited on the bus. The water tasted good, it hit the spot like only water can on a hot day, but in the store I saw two girls, I think they were sisters, that may were great fitnah and I would have to fast for 600 years not to be tempted by them.
The bus came and I’m like OK I’m cool. If it is like a normal day I will be crammed in with overweight black women, Hasidic Jews reading the Talmud, loud kids, illegal immigrants from Latin America and FOB Desis who do not use deodorant. For the most part that is what I got; but it just so happened that I found an opening in one of those two seaters near the back exit and what happened? This girl, with a body like a computer couldn’t generate wearing jeans that looked like they were painted on and half a shirt, plops her big a** down right next to me, and I’m like damn, that just aint right.
The fitnah of NYC in the summer is no joke! The fitnah is bad for everybody, this is true, but as I was discussing with another American-Muslim brother the other day it is worse for us, because we know that we could easily pull one of these girls ( or a few) if we feel like it. It is easier for a lot of the immigrant brothers who may lust as we do; but are incapable of acting on their lust, which may be a blessing for them.
I was supposed to leave a few days ago but I will finally be flying out to St. Louis today. I will be busy this week and may not get a chance to blog so I have time-stamped and put up pieces to go up everyday. Some of these are things I have written years ago that have never been online and some were online a long time ago. Regardless, I more than likely am not going to get the chance to respond to anything going on here and if I do it will be brief.