Baby’s First Trip to the Masjid

Five months old and Baby had her first trip to the masjid yesterday. It was a long time coming.

When she was in her newborn stage, I remember holding her and saying to her after her father came back from the masjid, “When you are older, we’ll be taking you to the masjid too.” My husband said, “It will be a lot older,” and we had an almost argument about it.

It is stunning sometimes to realize you are not on the same page when you thought you were. All during my pregnancy and all the years I longed for children, probably even before I was married, I had watched other women with their babies and children in the masjid and thought: someday, inshallah, that will be me. I viewed it as important for children to go to the masjid, even just to be playing with each other, so that they can be in that environment with other Muslims, especially because it is not in the society around them.

It was one of the things I admired about about Islam, that children were allowed to just be children, to run around and play, while the adults worshiped. Unfortunately, that attitude seems to vary from community to community. It is also something that was common not that long ago but seems to be disappearing from the masjids. Increasingly, I am seeing imitation of the Christian practice of shuffling children off to nurseries. That is not what I want for my children.

I think children belong in the masjid from the earliest age possible. They observe and imitate the adults and learn from them. They hear Quran and adhan. They see people outside of their families praying. They play with other Muslim children. I do not approve of the nurseries because you are creating an environment that is separate, and I would argue more superficial than the adult experience.

When I was teaching at the Islamic school, children below the 5th grade were not allowed to attend jumu’ah at the masjid, even though they desperately wanted to and were sorely disappointed. The explanation I was given  was that they might misbehave and “embarrass” the school. Who was the masjid and even the school serving? Does it really seem right to block them from attending the prayer? It reminds me a great deal of the blind man in the Quran. And  why should we discourage them when they are showing an eagerness for it? So that when they get older they will no longer want to?

Another unintended consequence was that I, who also desperately would have liked to attend jumu’ah, was not able to. The masjid was right across the street. I was teaching no classes, nor was I assigned to supervise any students, but the male teacher who was assigned to them would leave his class unattended to go to jumu’ah. The school never regularly assigned anyone to attend to these students, so what was I to do? I graded my papers and did my planning and let them play. I had offered to accompany the students but was told that there were not enough male teachers to supervise the boys. This despite the fact that the men’s and women’s sections in the masjid were not really separate, and these boys were young enough that no one would have objected to them being in the women’s section.

When my husband and I were first married, we were both offended by the brother (delivering the khutba that day) who asked another brother to leave because his child was playing. We both said we would have refused. The very next week, the brother changed his tune and gave a khutba telling us how important, especially living in such a rural, remote environment where there were so few Muslims, it was for us to bring our children to the masjid as often as possible so they could be in an Islamic environment and learn to love it. People were clearly talking to him.

So anyway, given these experiences, I was very surprised when my husband told me that they had discussed and researched it once  in Omaha and concluded that very young children didn’t belong in the masjid. He told me it was based on hadith and that they had concluded that the only reason the Prophet’s (s) grandchildren were in the masjid was because of his great love for them and not for us ordinary people. I asked him what hadith and got no answer. Every hadith I have seen has indicated the opposite.What about the one where the prophet intended to make his recitation longer but shortened it out of pity for the mother when he heard a child cry?

My husband, not being the argumentative type, accepted that I wanted to bring our daughter to the masjid, but he worried about it. He worried the car ride would be too long. He worried she would get fussy. I said other mothers bring their babies. Maybe he’s not aware of that, not being in the women’s section. So I told him I wanted to take her, and he suggested I take her to a lecture on Sundays instead so that I could leave any time. I took his suggestion and made plans, even asking my father to visit earlier than usual so that we could go. As soon as my father left and I was just about to go out the door when my husband pops out and announces he has to do grocery shopping. The  following week, the signal light on the car was out, and he thought it wasn’t safe. Third week, I was getting frustrated because I hadn’t seen another Muslim since before my daughter was born. I say, “Just take us to jumu’ah with you.”

My husband works nights so he isn’t always able to wake up for jumu’ah. There’s a closer masjid that doesn’t allow women, so I don’t feel comfortable taking the car in case he wakes up in time to go there. I called my sister up 20 minutes before I would have to leave and asked her if she felt like taking me to the masjid. Bless her, my sister, who isn’t even Muslim, took 3 unplanned hours out of her day so I  could go to the masjid.

My husband must just have been anxious about it because he called his parents up that night and told them how his baby went to the masjid.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s