Declaration of Intention.
It's been a while since I last went to one of those gatherings. A group of educated, strong-willed women would get together once a week, sometimes once every two weeks to discuss several things. It's always the same people in the same circle, with one or two newbies every now and then, but always the same people, as everyone in Jeddah is practically connected at the hip, how small of a world it is.
I've attended book clubs, creative writing workshops and political discussions. Tonight was the first time I attended a religious one.
I was very hesitant about it, knowing full well the amount of faith and/or knowledge I have in my religion (or lack thereof). I've always been offended by self-righteousness, especially when it came to religion, thanks in large part to the smirking culture of "Inti Muslimah??" judgement in this place, as S put it. This accusing question always made me want to say "NO" even though I AM Muslimah. But I cringe even as I say that last one.
I have a long way to go in my religion. There is a lot I need to learn, to build.
But I remembered to take the good (always, always take the good) from tonight, not that there was anything bad NOT to take.
We discussed Intentions in the beginning. What are our intentions, our goals with the things that we do? We lose sight of our objectives because of the many distractions that surround us. One of them suggested something that, although may not use it in the sense that she meant, I might actually use it in my increasingly aimless, pointless, day-to-day existence.
The brooding must stop.
So here it is. A reminder to renew my intentions as often as I remember to.
Today, I intend to Jump For Joy.
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