AbezAbez Is... 50% White, 50 % Pakistani, Muslim Hijab-wearing type female, Daughter of Momma, Sister of Owlie Wife of HF, Momma of Khalid, a special little boy with Autism, and Iman, a special little girl with especially big hair, Writer, Graphic Designer, Editor, Freelancer, Blogger, Inhaler of Chocolate
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Friday, March 13, 2009

Hat? Okay!

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I never thought I'd be so happy to report that my son will just NOT stop babbling. Although his vocabulary has yet to cross the ten-word mark, he has begun to mimic sounds and start conversations with people other than me- the most amusing of which is generally Iman. Khalid will grin excitedly at her, and say 'Okay?' and Iman will beam and reply 'Hat!' Of course, it's much more than just 'hat,' to Iman, it's a prolonged, ecstatic exclamation of haaaaAAAAAAt! in a high-pitched squeak bordering on baby giddiness.

Yes, Iman says hat, and she says it loud, and she says it clear, and it is as meaningful to her as 'Okay' is to Khalid. They had a three-way conversation yesterday with the Imam of the masjid during Isha prayer. It went like this.

Imam: (over loud speaker) Allahu Akbar

Khalid: Okay?

Iman: Haaaaaaaat!

Imam: Sami'Allahu liman Hamida

Khalid: Okay!

Iman: haaaaAAAAAAAAAAT!

Imam: Allu Akbar

Iman: HAAAAAAT! HAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

Khalid: Okay!
Iman: haaaaaAAAAAAAAT!


Of course, right after the jamaat finished, someone came over and banged angrily onto the divider between the men's and women's sections, and frankly speaking, I was seriously offended. Yeah, my kids were making noise, but children make noise in the masjid all the time. I was still praying though, and so my rugrats continued to fill the large, echoing dome of the masjid with hats and okays until the Imam came and knocked on the door (gently) of the women's section and asked Ruth (who opened the door) to please bring the children outside.

When I finished praying I walked out and outside the women's side entrance, saw HF talking to two men, presumably the Imam and one other local. Khalid, upon seeing HF, ran and flung himself into his arms and unleashed a series of happy Okays! According to HF, as soon as Khalid did this, both the men changed their stances from stern to understanding. It's easier to be mad about someone's bratty kids when 1. you can't see them and 2. they're not autistic.

Ruth and the kids & I waited in the car while HF talked with the Imam & Co for about ten minutes. Alhamdulillah, this is one wonderful thing about HF, if a situation gets tense, he doesn't get mad, he gets charming. I told this to Ruth, and she laughed. "You'll see," I said, "By the time he finishes talking to them he'll have made some new friends."

And of course, he had. After an explanation of autism and Khalid's understanding (or the lack thereof) the Imam invited him over for tea repeatedly and was disappointed when HF politely deferred. The second man then plied HF for his life story and then asked him to come over and fix his computer. Numbers were exchanged. We went back home.  

Ruth took the kids in and threw them into their respective tubs, and then I had a good cry about things with HF outside.  True, the matter isn't black and white- kids need to be taught how to behave in a place of worship, adults need to manage their problems more tactfully than by banging on the walls of the woman's section- but it all boiled down to this- I'm not allowed to complain about having an autistic child, so neither is anyone else.  

I went to the salon last week for a quick trim, and Khalid, misunderstanding the situation and thinking it was his head on the chopping block, went into red-alert tantrum mode and ended up crammed under a chair while kicking the wall and screaming. Calming him down failed, and so I told the woman to just finish as soon as possible so I could pay and take Khalid home.  

The sweet receptionist tried (to no avail) to distract Khalid- to offer him sweets, to engage him while he was busy screaming.  This lasted around ten minutes.  The other ladies stared disapprovingly at me while Khalid raged and the hairdresser snipped.  When it was done and I had paid,  I collected Khalid from his well-kicked corner, and said to one of the other hairdressers, "Sorry about the noise, he thought he was going to have his hair cut, and he doesn't understand."

They stared blankly and I told them he was autistic.  They didn't know what that meant, I told them he was mentally around 1 years old and had little idea what was going on.  Ooooooh....now they got it, he had some problem with his brain?  They asked polite nervous questions and the air changed from frigid to embarrassed.  

I don't know whether there's a crash course somewhere for being a 'special needs mom,' but I think I'm doing as well I can with the amount of training I got. :p  I adore Khalid, he is the most beautiful, crazy, energetic, loving little man, and that other people don't understand him is not his fault.  Nor is it theirs, but I'm not about to start apologizing for him being the way he is.  Allah allows everything to happen for a reason, and even if it's just to teach everyone around him a little more patience, that's a good enough reason for me.

By Zeba, the end.

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9 Comments:

At 13/3/09 7:27 AM, Blogger Carol said...

Hugs Hugs and MORE Hugs
Maybe you should print up a little information card that explains the main points of autism.
I LOVE the new family graphics!!!

 
At 13/3/09 5:11 PM, Blogger wayfarer said...

When my son would get hurt he would run to me and hit me over and over and over, sometimes drawing blood and giving bruises. People would just stare at me like i was the most horrible mother and my kid was spoiled. But it was his way of telling me that he hurt and he couldn't help it. In fact when he would ask me what happened (a scratch or bruise or bite) i'd say "you hit me". He'd look so sad because he didn't even remember doing it. It was a coping mechanism. He had to show me he hurt and that's how he did it. I was so happy when this stage ended. Autistic or not, most people have little patience for kids. I remember taking a flight - LD flew well but it took him a little time to settle in -and the guy next to me insisted on having his cup of beer sitting on the armrest between us and told me my son better not kick it over. The world would be a much happier place if seen through kids eyes and embracing children in all their varied selves instead of expecting mothers and kids to be perfectly behaved. My two penny's anyhow.

 
At 15/3/09 12:27 AM, Blogger Abez said...

Momma: Waleed and I were actually talking about the same thing, it seems we got alot of explainin' to do lately... :p

Wayfarer: SubhanAllah, may Allah bless you for your patience- I can't imagine what resolve and love and patience you must have for your lil one, MashAllah. Allah tests us all in different ways.

 
At 15/3/09 2:49 PM, Blogger Owl said...

:) You're doing awesome my love. Being a mom is hard enough, being a mom of two harder, and being a mom and a diplomat/ambassador for a mysterious and uncommon affliction, is hardest of all.

But remember also, that people are basically quite simple. They work back from their own points of reference, and if they've never known an autistic child, it's not wrong to assume that lusty-voiced OKAY is coming from a kid old enough to know better. There's no need to be hurt or offended by that. They can't be expected to know. And as you've seen yourself time and time again, when they DO find out that Khalid is autistic, it's news to them, and they are usually repentent, concerned and sympathetic. Be patient with them my love and Inshallah others will be patient with you.

<3

 
At 15/3/09 5:43 PM, Blogger hemlock said...

okay?
haaaaat!

 
At 16/3/09 10:39 PM, Blogger Abez said...

You're right Owlie, I should cut them some slack, after all, I had no idea what autism was until I had to deal with it. makes sense that they're dealing with it for the first time too.

Hem: HAAAAAT!

 
At 29/3/09 2:03 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7961208.stm

 
At 16/4/09 9:23 AM, Blogger afshan said...

<3 i have a 3 month old khalid.

 
At 20/4/09 10:42 PM, Blogger Abez said...

Anonymous: this is an awesome story! Hooray for Spiderman!

Afshan: MashaAllah! sweet :)

 

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