Taraweeh Goals: A look into the future
So Ramadan is coming up and all, and I just felt that I should give a future ending to the problems I've had in the last two years. The new bits that I am adding and hope that the dilemma will end this way - or at least hope that the not-very-far future will - the 'Taraweeh Goals' isn't really a aim for the future thing - are highlighted in red. This is set in the future, probably ten to fifteen years from now.
Also, I'm sorry that I haven't posted in the last few weeks, I was a bit busy >~<
Anyways...
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Well, when I was eight, I used to go with my best friend who came with her grandmother to the mosque and I came with my mother. So, a couple other girls that we knew also came to the mosque and the children tended to sit at the back while the women prayed in the front rows. We barely ever talked, even if we did it was, 'Can you get me a tissue?' or, 'Can you get me a Quran?'. So, one day, (this is during the same Ramadan) the caretaker came up to us and said, 'Go and sit down at the stairs.' Naturally we asked why we should but she literally pushed us there and gave us a Quran and opened the door and we sat down on the stairs with some other Arab girls who were chattering and laughing. Only me and my friend (not the girls that we knew and I mentioned earlier) were there.
Me and my friend were seething and we really were mad. When it was time for the end of the prayer my mother and her grandmother came down and were like, 'The caretaker told us that you were talking and giggling so she put you on the stairs.' Talk about plain lies! Later on I told my mother (and I know that my friend told her mother) that the caretaker wasn't saying the truth and that we hadn't done anything. So she told me not to listen to her again. So we spent the rest of Ramadan in peace.
The next Ramadan when I was nine was a little different. My friend didn't go anymore because she was traveling and my two-month-old (or three months, I don't really remember) baby brother was with us and the caretaker didn't allow babies in the mosque. So my mother prayed downstairs and I prayed with her, but I was usually calming my brother down. So one day my mother said, 'Go upstairs, and try praying there.' So I went upstairs, but I hadn't stayed there for twenty minutes had the caretaker told me to go downstairs. I looked at her with a defiant glare. I couldn't help it. I know you will say I'm disrespectful. Go on, say it. But how could you not feel like that when someone was stopping you from worshiping Allah and telling you that because you were a mere child, it was no use you being here? Come on. Be honest.
Anyway, I went down to my mother. She said that I could stay with her from now on, downstairs. So the rest of Ramadan was a bit chaotic but otherwise fine.
The Ramadan after that was so much better than the previous ones. Me and some other girls who I know (including my best friend) started to pray together in a group upstairs. My mother was downstairs because of my brother, but we stuck together and never moved from our places. I would occasionally notice a woman looking at us in admiration, we were so quiet and devoted. The caretaker did come up to us one day though, and told us to sit on the stairs. We just pretended we couldn't hear her and stood up in a seven-girl-long row and raised our hands in the air, and we started the next prayer.
We had a much easier time after that, and more girls, some Arab ones, and some others who we didn't know started to join us. Soon, the regular visitors of the mosque would get used to seeing a row of girls ranging from as young as seven to as old as eighteen, standing in a neat row, all coming down and up neatly with the energy of determination in their hearts. I know we weren't praying to get compliments or be admired, at least I know I wasn't. But soon there were two lines of girls praying, and by the last ten nights, at least a dozen girls were in the used-to-be uninhabited corner that we prayed in. We all felt at ease being able to pray without anyone stopping us.
At least I know that I managed to accomplish what I wanted!
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Whew! Such a l0o0ng post! I will be back with if I maneged to accomplish this.
Also, I'm sorry that I haven't posted in the last few weeks, I was a bit busy >~<
Anyways...
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Well, when I was eight, I used to go with my best friend who came with her grandmother to the mosque and I came with my mother. So, a couple other girls that we knew also came to the mosque and the children tended to sit at the back while the women prayed in the front rows. We barely ever talked, even if we did it was, 'Can you get me a tissue?' or, 'Can you get me a Quran?'. So, one day, (this is during the same Ramadan) the caretaker came up to us and said, 'Go and sit down at the stairs.' Naturally we asked why we should but she literally pushed us there and gave us a Quran and opened the door and we sat down on the stairs with some other Arab girls who were chattering and laughing. Only me and my friend (not the girls that we knew and I mentioned earlier) were there.
Me and my friend were seething and we really were mad. When it was time for the end of the prayer my mother and her grandmother came down and were like, 'The caretaker told us that you were talking and giggling so she put you on the stairs.' Talk about plain lies! Later on I told my mother (and I know that my friend told her mother) that the caretaker wasn't saying the truth and that we hadn't done anything. So she told me not to listen to her again. So we spent the rest of Ramadan in peace.
The next Ramadan when I was nine was a little different. My friend didn't go anymore because she was traveling and my two-month-old (or three months, I don't really remember) baby brother was with us and the caretaker didn't allow babies in the mosque. So my mother prayed downstairs and I prayed with her, but I was usually calming my brother down. So one day my mother said, 'Go upstairs, and try praying there.' So I went upstairs, but I hadn't stayed there for twenty minutes had the caretaker told me to go downstairs. I looked at her with a defiant glare. I couldn't help it. I know you will say I'm disrespectful. Go on, say it. But how could you not feel like that when someone was stopping you from worshiping Allah and telling you that because you were a mere child, it was no use you being here? Come on. Be honest.
Anyway, I went down to my mother. She said that I could stay with her from now on, downstairs. So the rest of Ramadan was a bit chaotic but otherwise fine.
The Ramadan after that was so much better than the previous ones. Me and some other girls who I know (including my best friend) started to pray together in a group upstairs. My mother was downstairs because of my brother, but we stuck together and never moved from our places. I would occasionally notice a woman looking at us in admiration, we were so quiet and devoted. The caretaker did come up to us one day though, and told us to sit on the stairs. We just pretended we couldn't hear her and stood up in a seven-girl-long row and raised our hands in the air, and we started the next prayer.
We had a much easier time after that, and more girls, some Arab ones, and some others who we didn't know started to join us. Soon, the regular visitors of the mosque would get used to seeing a row of girls ranging from as young as seven to as old as eighteen, standing in a neat row, all coming down and up neatly with the energy of determination in their hearts. I know we weren't praying to get compliments or be admired, at least I know I wasn't. But soon there were two lines of girls praying, and by the last ten nights, at least a dozen girls were in the used-to-be uninhabited corner that we prayed in. We all felt at ease being able to pray without anyone stopping us.
At least I know that I managed to accomplish what I wanted!
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Whew! Such a l0o0ng post! I will be back with if I maneged to accomplish this.
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