Cab Drivers and Islam

Had a big breakfast over at my place for the cell group people to send Liting off. Eggs poached and scrambled, bacon grilled and fried, sausages, mushrooms and bread rolls. Vincent drove over at 830 to fetch a sleepy-eyed me to Morrisons where we bought plenty of eggs and sausages and bacon. And we cooked and cooked, scrambling the eggs and heating the baked beans and frying the mushrooms 'til the whole kitchen smelt of Macdonald's. Everyone was sad to see her go...

After that I took a cab with Jeffery and Liting to the airport where we chatted for a bit. The taxi driver was a Muslim from a tribal area of Pakistan. Most of the cab journey was spent listening to him talk about Islam and how it was a peace-loving religion. He also talked about how we had to ask for forgiveness from God after we had sinned, and that if our good deeds outweighed our bad deeds, we would go to heaven. I tried a little by questioning him gently about whether an imperfect person could ever reach a perfect God, to show him that forgiveness couldn't be given lightly but had to be given after a price had been paid for sin; but we had already reached the airport.

I told him that I'd lived with a Muslim last year, and he asked me whether my housemate had asked me to marry him! I thought, "What a weird man!" but after recounting the incident to my housemates, they led me to realise that he probably thought I was cohabiting with my housemate! AHh!! So funny! I can be so absent-minded at times! I didn't realise that he might've been thinking that way. I just thought he was extremely weird, and was half afraid he might ask me to marry him himself. AHahah!