"Sugar fest, happy Eid!"

"Sugar fest, happy Eid!" 

I love watching the 'Eid,' it's interesting to observe how they pray and how everything about this Eid is so important for them. It's addicting to see how close they are to their religion, perhaps even more then any other religion. Here in Holland we have Muslims aswell (ofcource, which country doesn't have them) I experienced once or twice a Mosque in Canada and I loved it. here's a little story about that time... 

 

The Friday prayer.....

 

20 March 2010. 

I went there with a bit of a mood, cause I was a bit upset over the kids, it was about there rooms. I just don't understand why they could make such mess and just leave it there. And then the question "Do we go to the prayer or not? And if we go, what time?" There were two prayers, one at 1:00 pm and one at 2:45 pm, it was already 12:25, and there was still no decicion. Suddenly 12:40 pm, "Alright! let's go," said Saf, and of we went (grhhhmmpppff) Decent clothes on, Tas, Noor and Saf wearing scarves. (that was a different experience) Noor looked pretty with a scarf. Arriving at the Mosque was good, I was more then ready, I felt special and felt honoured, a bit of a loner aswell, cause I was the only white guy, LOL!

And yes! there were staring at me, but not with bad looks, just like they ask themselves, "Oh, he's definitely not Arabic." After we took of our shoes, the women and the men got separated from each other, I was with Saf's friend Son, Bas, he was the one who leaded and explained things with the whole prayer. I looked around sitting there and it was awkward to see all these Arabs with some of them special clothing, it was interesting to watch. In front of me a Father was praying with his two little sons, the Father did his prayers,(bending down, kneeling, standing up, etc, etc.) And the two little sons were right beside the father's long legs, adorable to watch! And there were more fathers with there son or sons. 

 

One Father had a little son with him and while he prayed, the Son was all over him, but the father didn't do a thing, not a word, he was deep in his prayers. It was time for the Iman to speak (thank God it was in English) He was a okay speaker. Some stories the Iman told were absurd and unright. The imam accused the parents of an 18 year old boy that was beaten up by a gang and then thrown from a bridge onto the highway, he accused the parents of being the ones who murdered their son for not teaching him what sort of friends to hang out with. I pray that the family was not present at this prayer. Absurd! The Prayer we did went good and that was all what it was about for me, the prayers! 

 

 It's so different for a Chatolic to see how Muslim's Pray, how closer to God can you be?! They do all this things just to worship there God and to Pray, I like that! The Chatolic people Pray aswell but not so tense as the Muslim's, I don't Pray that much but if I had to Pray then I would rather Pray as a Muslim. After the Jumma Prayer we went Home or atleast we tried to, LOL! The shoes I couldn't find my shoes, there were so many! And one woman fainted and the ambulance came, that all was holding us up. Although all that I would like to go next week again!

On with the Sunday, the 19th of August 2012. It was extremely hot, oh yes, more then 35 degrees (Celsius) I didn't went outside, I relaxed and rested for tomorrow's work. Layed my working clothes ready for tomorrow, and made lunch for tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a bit cooler then today, thank god! This is insane, you can't do much on such warm days. Work tomorrow, yay, I'm really looking forward to it. See the other fellow workers again and making lots and lots of mats.