Evil Eye...... Growing Up
I am an American Armenian, born and raised in Southern California. Growing up in a tradition Armenian home, we had many superstitions and rituals we fallowed. My mother was and still is the Queen of superstition. Here are a few off the top of my head.
- No whistling......especially at night. The belief is whistling caused evil spirits to come.
- No cutting your nails at night. The belief is, cutting your nails at night shortens your life.
- Never hand a knife directly to someone, always set it down for them to pick up. The belief is that it causes turmoil and fights between you and the other person.
- Not to step over anyone. The belief is that, the person will remain short.
- Never eat food out of the pot. The belief is that it will rain on your wedding day. This one I believe because I used to eat out of the pot all the time, and it did rain on my wedding day in June....go figure. My mom turned to me and said "I warned you about that, didn't I".
I could go on and on, but of all the superstitions and rituals, the one that has stuck with me, is the belief of the evil eye. I remember as far back as the age of 3, my mother would adorn me with an evil eye pin, necklace or bracelet. Especially when I would be among other Armenians, family functions or school events. I recall asking my mother what the eye was about, her response was that it was good luck charm. I was content with her answer for a while. Then one day, we were at an Armenian function, apparently my mother had forgotten my evil eye that day. Throughout the day whenever someone would compliment me on how cute or articulate I was, my mother would quickly but veeeery discreetly scratch my behind. After about the 3rd occurrence, I finally asked her why she kept on doing that? She sternly shooshed me as most Armenian mothers do and said that she would explain later. On the way home she talked to me about the details of the evil eye, in terms that a 7 year old could comprehend. She explained that even people who love and adore me could "accidentally" cast the evil eye on me. She went on to say that by scratching my behind, she defused the risk of me being a victim to the evil eye. As I got older, the more I was exposed to these rituals and behaviors, it became second nature to me. I was taught whenever I needed to praise or compliment something or someone, I should use the term "Mashallah" as a way of invoking God's blessing. These rituals have been with me all my life. They actually became more so part of my life, as I brought children into the world, and wanted to do whatever I could do to protect them. Overtime these rituals turned into my fascination.....my fascination turned into an obsession and just recently my obsession turned into my business venture. I now design evil eye jewelery for woman, children and infants. To some the evil eye is just superstition but to the true believers of the evil eye it's power are nothing to be taken lightly. Check out my website, I have all sorts of information regarding the history of the evil eye. Mashalllah to all! http://myguardianeye.com/