My local mosque remains packed to the rafters in this holiest of months. Cause for celebration, but somewhat stress-inducing if you arrive on the wrong side of the azan. Last week I wandered through the lines like a lost soul before discovering, to great relief, a little alcove off the main body of the hall where there was actually some room left.
This week I arrived in good time and found a good spot and all was well, except for the fact I came dangerously close to nodding off as prayers proceeded. There's such a thing as being too relaxed, you know.
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