So I prayed the Sunni way today at the mosque. As the mullah said 'allah akbar' I saw the kids around me raise their hands, hence I followed suit. With his voice reverberating through the loud speaker, even if I could have remembered something of the Shia prayer I learnt as a kid, my mind went totally blank. I could not for the life of me remember how to pray. On top of that I had never attended a prayer at the mosque even during my 'muslim' days, let alone a 'jamaat', so it was damn confusing. I just did the situps and kept following the kid on my left. However, when she raised the finger of her right hand, I was bummed, checked the kid on the right, and she was doing the same. I have seen it happen a lot throughout my life, coming from a mixed family, but today, everything seemed so funny that I had to force myself to look at the butt of the lady right in front.
She wore a floral dress with a lot of sequins and lace. Almost all the ladies and girls had nail polish on their feet, which was a relief to some extent. And the room smelled of sweat mixed with the smell of biryani and some odd perfumes.
Work takes us many places, and some of the places may just not be for us. I went to the mosque today to distribute flyers and to network within the Muslim community. I thought of it as a fun occasion with free food. Never crossed my mind I will end up praying. So anyway... since I prayed, there are a few important questions to answer.
Who did I pray to?
The butt of the lady right in front of me.
What did I think of while praying?
Of course not god, rather I could not even think much with the mullah blaring in the mic.
How did it feel?
Hilarious. I could not stop laughing and had to bend my face so that my chin touched my chest and nobody could see my laughter.
Will I do it again?
For business, if I have to, I guess I will.
She wore a floral dress with a lot of sequins and lace. Almost all the ladies and girls had nail polish on their feet, which was a relief to some extent. And the room smelled of sweat mixed with the smell of biryani and some odd perfumes.
Work takes us many places, and some of the places may just not be for us. I went to the mosque today to distribute flyers and to network within the Muslim community. I thought of it as a fun occasion with free food. Never crossed my mind I will end up praying. So anyway... since I prayed, there are a few important questions to answer.
Who did I pray to?
The butt of the lady right in front of me.
What did I think of while praying?
Of course not god, rather I could not even think much with the mullah blaring in the mic.
How did it feel?
Hilarious. I could not stop laughing and had to bend my face so that my chin touched my chest and nobody could see my laughter.
Will I do it again?
For business, if I have to, I guess I will.
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