I've been wanting to write this post since my this year very first Tarawih. Prior to not having a consistent Tarawih last Ramadhan, I decided to push myself to the farthest point this time. So that's what I do, I made it to the front liner, and uh I'm telling you I've never been prouder of being myself. Regardless how I have to fight my reluctance every single night, I think I've done very well, very consistent.
Being a regular to the surau (ehem..) , many things feed my observation. The people, the place, the Imam and his reciting (of course) and the food. Out of five, I give 2 stars for overall view.
The thing of being in the front line, I just don't trust girls in the second row who will affect my focus in solat. I could hear their giggles every time we are about to start Tarawih, and to make things worsen, I've even heard one of them chuckled in Solat. And they're in the second of four lines of jemaah.
There were times I felt very bad because I could see senior people at the back of the line, perhaps I've taken their spots at the front. So I made my mom invited them to scoot to the front line and guess what? One of their responses was so thoughtful, very 'relevant' ; " I'm having bad knees, so I'll just take the second line ". As if we, the front liners have no space to stretch out in between the Tarawih.
After 6 nights of Tarawih, I think I've to give my observation a rest. As my mom always says, " you do it, do it by heart ", my mom gets her point right. Lets pledge this Ramadhan is the best one ever as it might be the last. Peace out!
The thing of being in the front line, I just don't trust girls in the second row who will affect my focus in solat. I could hear their giggles every time we are about to start Tarawih, and to make things worsen, I've even heard one of them chuckled in Solat. And they're in the second of four lines of jemaah.
There were times I felt very bad because I could see senior people at the back of the line, perhaps I've taken their spots at the front. So I made my mom invited them to scoot to the front line and guess what? One of their responses was so thoughtful, very 'relevant' ; " I'm having bad knees, so I'll just take the second line ". As if we, the front liners have no space to stretch out in between the Tarawih.
After 6 nights of Tarawih, I think I've to give my observation a rest. As my mom always says, " you do it, do it by heart ", my mom gets her point right. Lets pledge this Ramadhan is the best one ever as it might be the last. Peace out!
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