I would love to give you the blow by blow - but we spent the weekend in a whirlwind of cleaning and doing other stuff required by Father's Day activities that would make your little head spin. The truth is I can barely remember last Thursday, let alone Friday-Saturday (Sunday is actually pretty clear).
It ended with a few prayers on day six and zero, count 'em ZERO on day seven. Technically, it shouldn't even count. I suppose I didn't eat pork on Sunday.
If you consider the thinking, the writing, the planning, and the guilt it feels like I've been meditating on being a Muslim for freakin' month.
List of Things I Learned in one week as a Muslim
It's hard to get up before 5:00 in the morning, and I consider myself kinda of a morning person
Kids screaming during prayers - makes it difficult to think.
When praying on the floor, check for ants or other bugs that bite.
Being a secret Muslim requires patience and good planning.
Seriously, when I get a little more time I want to write a little more reflective piece on my experiences.
So, I leave thee with bated breath, waiting upon my pontifications of wisdom and charm.
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