After the second week in Britain, I have to comment on a serious matter with these people, and those that live among them…
Thanks / Thank you!
It’s impossible to spend an hour in this country without hearing the phrase ‘thank you’, to the extent that I have become addicted to it now.
Sometimes I bump into a person in the street without meaning to and he reacts by saying ‘sorry’, as if he were at fault – whereas in our country he would respond to you (whose fault it was) with abuse and curses, before you can gather yourself and get away!
You find queues everywhere: going to register at university, or in the supermarket, or even at the ATM. It seems these people are obsessed with order, to the extent that a joke says that the British, when they find two people one behind another, think there is a queue and start to stand behind these two.
For the last two weeks, until now, I have not had any trouble from any person, whether in the street or at university, in whatever form. When you ask someone for any information he or she tries to help you any way possible, just as people usually smile when you talk to them.
I think there are things that we as Muslims should be the first to do, but…