Friday the 13th they say is a strange day, could be good, could be bad
It began with a windy rainy day
where I say
things where quite normal
and the time was formal
until .....
I went to Friday Prayer
the sounds of the dripping rain on the worn out ceiling soothed my heart into this synchronised melody, its been a long time since the wetness of nature enters my body through its beating tries to pray - through the high winds and the cold air I become a part of this magical day - as I say alsalamu3alaykum the beautiful woman turns her head and smiles to welcome her sister in loving obedience - I start to hear the gentle whispers of her tasbeeh - the round words magnified by her power for God to accept them - the Imam starts to talk his weekly knowledge - I feel in the middle of history - in the middle of beauty - rolls of words making millions of sense and new transparent wisdom - for me to hear - true religion -
I listen to the Imams words as the rain continues to listen as well - breaking with vivid emotion nature blows its entry and tries its love - new women start to enter each woman has a story, a journey , a commitment, a way of having come in this moment of time - I welcome each woman as she considers me a part of her life during this shared portal into Gods bounty - and then prayer starts , we line together and stand by each other , support each other as we know God is watching, God is smiling - I close my eyes and imagine how close i am, how forgiveness could be right at my door - I pray with all my love in this joined amazement of shared wonder - we to you my God we pray - When we are done - I hold my hands to God and Pray - suddenly i notice tis beautiful sweet tiny little princess about 5 years old with pigtails perfectly aligned copying me - she sat next to me and had the most beautiful blue dress on with black tights - oh she looked something out of a fairytale book - I smile at her and she stares at me waiting to copy my next move so I keep praying to god to let me have a girl like that , that i can take with me to friday prayer one day that is elegant and well raised like that - I smile at her and she smiles back - ! I touch her hair and she shrugs her shoulders contemplating how shy she is now I pretend to not look at her so she does not become shy - Finally I start to pray the two rak3ats and she gets up to do the same - I feel like angels around me for she must have been an angel - and I wished and wished that God give me an angel like her - as i finish praying the girl leaves with her mother and as I bow to finish my prayer and she leaves for her life - I pray and will always remember her beautiful eyes and her soft black hair and forgiving innocence I always want to reach and one day call my own -
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