Is witchcraft really a craft? I think we need another name for it, like witchness, or something…something that doesn’t make it sound so danged distinguished. But I can’t think of anything coz it’s 2 in the morning, and this is a topic that has been bugging at me for a couple months now, and I just have to get it off my chest.
You know, if there was one thing I thought we as Muslims would not have to worry about in this country, it would be black magic. I mean, we have so many other things to worry about: making a living, seeing to our kids’ secular and religious education, integrating into society without making waves, overcoming negative stereotyping…all of that on top of leaving behind fairly luxurious lifestyles in the old country where the homes are huge, come with a couple of maids, a gardener, and a live-in security person. So, in between working, caring for the kids, and scrubbing the kitchen floor, would we expect anybody to have the time or the wherewithal for a foray into witchery? I would not. Yet, I hear stories of this nature all the time. Sometimes, depending on the story-teller, I am inclined to dismiss it as hyperventilation…because, you know, it’s that lady who manages to see shadows in the wide open spaces beneath a sunny sky. So, of course, I take it with a grain of salt sometimes, thinking to myself, Allahu ‘aalam, may Allah forgive and protect her ameen, and I move on, never really feeling like this stuff is out here in massive enough quantities to actually affect me, one who rarely goes out.
Until one day, when the bizarre happened to me. Me, the not-very-paranoid. Me, the quite-analytical. Me, who has nothing anybody would want, or envy, or need. Me, who has not (I hope) trampled on anybody’s toes, who has not, Alhamdulillah, made any enemies. Yet, I got so horribly sick, so suddenly, and with absolutely no medical cause, that I literally begged for the ability to breathe. And I realized that this is not something we have left behind in the old country, along with our family, and friends, and loved ones…and not-so-loved ones. And I got to thinking how horribly astray a person who professes to be a Muslim must be (may Allah guide us and keep us on Al Siraat al Mustaqeem), how deeply they must feel the need for power, that they would harm people with absolutely no cause. And I got to thinking, “what does Islam say about such people? And how much hope should we place in people who say they can cure black magic illnesses?”
You all probably know I don’t like writing long blog-posts, and this has gotten surprisingly long already…so I will save the rest for the next post, inshaAllah. Don’t feel shy to give me your input, in the meantime, inshaAllah. 🙂