Thursday, November 17, 2011
In between classes, I often need to find an appropriate place to pray.
When I say a place I don't mean a surau or a masjid, but a corner of an empty class or a place in between bookshelves.
A small clean place for us to pray--for only around 10 minutes.
Sometimes your heart beats fast because of the surrounding that you're in while your praying, God knows whether or not my prayers are accapted. I hope so.
But today when I prayed Zuhur at the third floor of the Red Gym, I felt a certain calmness that you can't really describe.
Being a good Muslim can be difficult at times regardless of where you are. But practising Islam in a country where the majority aren't Muslims has certainly opened my eyes. It has made me think and appreciate things which I have taken granted before.
It's funny how this small space can make some people content and happy.