Today's khutbah was held on the second floor atrium as part of the Islamic Awareness Week here at UIC. It was a nice relief from the basement, although, I think I prefer the basement. People staring at you while praying, very loud talking coming from every direction, I understand they are trying to make a statement like, "We're Muslim and we're here!" or perhaps something more profound, but it's not ideal for actual prayer. Alhamdulillah.
Today's khutbah at the UIC basement prayer hall started off with a story about how the khateeb's mother kept a painting of his since pre-school and how much that meant to him that she kept it. Cheezy, but he was making a point. The point was that when you are a child, any little act you perform, your parents typically rejoice in it much more than when you achieve something as an adult, since that's what expected from you.