One of those things I find interesting is reading the history of how the modern day version of Islam came to be. You get the impression, from modern day Muslims, that the ummah was always unified. They were always very, very religious. Well, at least the common people were. The caliphs, after the rashidun, not so much.
The neat thing is that the piety of the Muslim people was a reaction to the impiety of their leaders. The caliphs were victims of their own success. Rather than sticking to the humble and approachable attitudes of their predecessors they started emulating the rulers around them. They took on airs and didn't live with or speak to the common people. They stopped exhibiting the proper Islamic attitudes. And so the people became more and more divided and removed from them.
You had the rise of the four Islamic madhab, the recording of the ahadith, the codification of shariah, the sunnah, sira, and the rise of fiqh in this time period. All of it in direct response to the corruption and lack of islam that the people saw in their leaders.
It's one of those things that shows you the rule of action/reaction in people.
On a totally non-religiously related note:
I am a girl. And I totally take advantage of that. There are some things that are just the demesne of men, and I say, let them have it!
My car's low tire pressure indicator went off on Friday, so I went and filled the tires up. One of them, my back driver's side tire was *way* down. So I thought it might have a nail or something, but I couldn't see or feel one. I just decided to keep an eye on it. Well, it was okay all day Friday, and I didn't drive on Saturday. This morning, however, I was running late on my way to the gym and *bam*! The light went on again.
So I turned around, changed out of my sweats and into real clothes and headed down to Sears. Here's where being a girl is awesome: when I show up and know absolutely *nothing* about my car, or how it runs, etc. they fall all over themselves to take care of everything and not worry me about it. And I let them. Because I do not care what makes the car go. I know how to put the key in, make it go, and steer it. That's all that matters to me. :D
And on another random note, the book series I'm reading now is fun. One of the fun little things is that, in one of the cultures in the book, this is an actual criminal charge: Uncommon Stupidity.