by Karimah bint Dawoud, Muslim chaplain and well being writer
Alhamdulillah…I’m glad I became a Muslim because now I don’t go to carnival. I stay at home and rest my bones, I learn Arabic and some Quran, I do things that are going to benefit me in this life and the next. I know the history of carnival, not just the Notting Hill history, but the thousands of year old history ,Carnival dates back to a time when women ruled the world and every year the queen took a new king, the old king was ritually sacrificed and originally cannibalized. In later years animal sacrificed replaced this, for reference please see “When God Was a Woman” by Merlin Stone.
I have done everything at carnival..The Carnival… Notting Hill Carnival ; I’ve been in riots at carnival, which I my case meant jumping over railings to get away from tear gas and running to avoid the stampede.
I have sold tee shirts at carnival saying “True woman is God’s gift to man!”
I have performed at carnival with my band , The Family and last and by no means least I have made costumes with one of the camps and been on the road.
Being on the road means you get grabbed up by strange, drunk, druggy men who want to have their foto taken with you. Praise Allah, I am and always was a country girl, get too close or grab me in the wrong way and I will punch you……still those days are gone and as I sit on the comfort of my house, I listen to the bacchanal outside and say “Alhamdulillah I became a Muslim!”