Shirk is everywere unfortunately.
In Pakistan and Bangladesh, they go around with the hand-reading gypsies. In Bangladesh, it's that it's "showing respect" to sit on your knees and point your fingers to your parent/any other older or "noble" person's feet and point it back to your face or head. Astagfirullah.
But those are just those stupid nationalists/un-Islamic kind of people. Cause if you go to a Madrashah or an Islamic raised Bangladeshi person, they can say straight up that they don't do that because they know and consider it Shirk.
There are ones that also know Urdu also, since Bangladeshi Madrashah students have to first learn Urdu since the old books on knowing Islamic Aqeedah is in Urdu, and then after that the students learn Arabic to read the Volumes and high-class books like Ibn-Katheer or Sahih Al Bukari.
Adn whenever my da forced me to do the "Salam" as you call the pointing thing, I always raised my head and faced it away from his feet, and I'd just point and everything, but I'd be pointing back at the side of my face than my head.
And I never do it, to ANYONE, not even my Dadu or Nanu, not even when my parents said that I'd have to. I'd only do it when I was forced, and then I'd do it incorrectly, Allahu Akbar.
I am, so proud to be the Muslim I am. Smart, intelligent, making the correct choices, modest, and so wanting to become better, and to worship Allah Ta Alla. It's only when I'm seriously boozed up in the head (insane) when I actaully am less than these, but that's only at school, and when I'm boozed up in the head, then my Eman goes away, but Mashallah I still ahve some left which reminds me that I am a Muslim, and that I love nothing and no one more than Allah Ta Alla, and Mashallah that Motto lets my heart burn on.
But seriously, when I'm boozed up in my head, I think it is a head problem. I just start getting irratated and I do bad in school, and I start annoying people more because I start feeling bored. My head problem must've happened after stressing so much after I couldn't go become a Hafez. The only one I BY NO DOUBT have in my heart is my big brother Mezan in my area, and he's not related to me, but I look up to him, and he loves me like a little brother also, because he can see the young Muslim that I am.
I was sooooo happy to see him when he came 2:30 at Friday night at the Jamaat. He also felt happy to see me too.
And when it comes to reality, my brothers/uncles at my masjid and my beloved brothers and sisters on TTI are the first people in my heart, and I cried to Allah Ta Alla a 3:00 at Friday night for you guys in Tahajudd, and I made a lot of dua for my brothers who are victims of Fitnah, I love all of you here, and Inshallah when you are in your grave, you shall surely have a lot of unknown Ajr and a lot of blessings, Mshallah.
Assalamu Alykum evrybody. Jazakallah Kyr brother Mabsoot, may Allah help you in this life and give you a blissful Akirah, Ameen. May Allah mulitiply your deeds, Amen.
If it weren't for TTI brother Mabsoot, I would've asxked Allah Ta Alla to have me dead since I use to feel so overcome with grief that I at times forgot to ask him to make things better for me.
But it was TTI that also helped make me the great Muslim that I am (Inshallah) today. I learned a lot of great things that not even some Alims or older men might know, Jazakallah Kyr, and forgive me brother Mabsoot for whatever Isued to do before, and thanks for giving me alot of chances, because for 1. I'm your little baby brother, and Mawshallah you knew that it's better to teach me, since little kids ssometimes DO go around and debate and argue, even if something might be better for them, but it's our nature.
Assalamu Alykum.