I continue eating my meal. Normally, I will not even make a flinch of movement at the sound of the adhaan. But something is different today. Something feels different. I cannot stop looking at the sight of people rushing to answer the call of God. Why are they walking so fast? Why does it seem so important to them? More surprisingly, why do they look so happy?..
Being a professional photographer, I take pictures of students' graduation day, birthday parties, weddings, you name it. It gets boring sometimes and the job seems redundant to me. For every gig, I will get to the event early and take a ton of photographs. Even though this job requires me to take photos of people at their joyous moments, I can see every fake smiles through my lenses. But it pays the bills so I am not complaining.
As I finish my last sip of iced tea, I have decided to make my way to the mosque. Not to pray, but just to see what is the big deal about this tarawih thingy.
By the time I arrive, people are praying the tarawih prayer but some have started to leave the mosque. I assume they have finished the minimum eight rakaat of prayer. Yes, I do have some knowledge regarding Islam. After all, I was born a Muslim. Just not a practicing one.
Since the mosque is such a foreign place for me, I accidentally walk at the women's side of the mosque. Yikes. I should get to the men's side quickly before someone sees me.
When I start to walk to the other side, something catches my eyes. I see a girl behind the wall. The wall has holes as part of the decoration and there she is. My head tells me to keep on walking but my heart is intrigued. I walk closer to the wall to get a better view.
I find myself inches away from her. She sits in the dark with her back to the wall so her face is hidden from my view. From what I can see, she seems to be holding a book in her hands. A book that I recognise. It is the Quran, the Holy Book of the Muslims, the Holy words of God.
The sight of a person reciting the Quran moves me. Never have I felt this way before. It is so inexplicable. I have never been good at expressing myself with words. Nevertheless, I know this is an experience I do not want to forget.
So I express my feelings through my lenses. I gently hold my camera up and swiftly capture the moment. Then I walk away with this memory in mind.
The End.