Allah is a Hardass
According to this link, Muslim astronauts have received guidance on how to best be Muslim in space. One of the problems they face is how to pray while facing Mecca, something they’re supposed to do here on earth.
It seems to me that praying while facing Mecca would be incredibly easy in orbit: you simply pray “down”. It’s not like the earth is behind you and you don’t know it.
Me, floating in space: Hmmm…I wonder where the earth went. Last time I checked I was orbiting it.
Earth, sneaking up on me: BOO!!!!!
Me: Zoiks!
I’ve always thought the proscription to pray towards Mecca was rather silly. In what possible way could Allah care which direction you’re facing? After all, it’s not like he’s hanging out in the Ka’bah, sucking some kind of power out of all the prayers flowing in his direction. Or, maybe he is and I’m a jackass making fun of Allah and his house box. Either way, I win, since my place has more square footage and I’m not even a son of god, let alone a god.
I wonder if this means Islam won’t be around for future space exploration. If we’re 40 bajillion miles away, do you just float in the direction of earth and hope that your prayer beam shoots all over Allah’s face and not the face of some other planet’s deity? Or, do you realize how silly it is and forget it altogether?
Or, how about the habit of fasting between sunrise and sunset during Ramadan? Once you hit orbit, sunrise and sunset don’t exist. If you move into another solar system, do you switch suns, or do you keep your Swatch Watch set to earth time? (editor’s note: Oh man, do I wish I still had my green Swatch Watch.)
Once we move away from our little planet, all the stupid minor struggles and inane requirements that make up religion become completely irrelevant.
I had a funny ending, but I got tired and forgot it. Oh well. Such is the life of a sexy pirate. Sometimes the grog and women get to you. That, and reading Goofus and Gallant in my back issues of Highlights magazine.







