It is with a strange sort of pride that I admit to not discovering until 8:30pm Sunday night who was actually playing in the Superbowl. It didn't much matter to me, since I had no intention of engaging in any sort of Superbowl festivities. You see, I had intended to spend the day at the masjid.
First I had my 9th grade Sunday school class, just after noon, followed by dhuhr salaat, which was then followed by a class aptly named Essentials of Islam. It's a class designed to help Muslims who feel their basic knowledge of Islam is insufficient--new Muslims, or those who wish to start taking their deen more seriously, those who never had the benefit of Sunday school, or else forgot what they learned. So I sat in on that class today to offer help as needed, and then after 'asr salaat and a break to eat I went back to the masjid for maghrib and another class on the seerah (biography of Muhammad) which was of course followed by isha salaat.
So I got to pray four out of five prayers today in the masjid. (That's a nice feeling!)
But here is something interesting. After praying maghrib I went up to the classroom, where the girl students started to gather. We'd nearly filled up our space when the shaykh arrived. Then we started to wonder if any brothers were coming! Because up to that point, none had showed up. Then only one walked in with the shaykh. Today was the first session of this class, and we sisters sitting there began to wonder if the boys had ditched in order to watch the superbowl.
Did they? Did they choose to watch a game of football instead of taking this opportunity to learn about the life of Muhammad (saaws) with our beloved shaykh?
After just a few more moments, they all filed in collectively, filling up their space as well, and getting out even more chairs. May Allah forgive us for our mistakes and for our sins, protect us from the Shaytaan, and increase us all in knowledge.