Annoying kids at the mosque

Yukon_Niner

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There was a point in my life where I had a kind of large afro, it wasn't anything mind boggling though. It just looked like it wasn't cut for a quite a while. So I'm at the mosque sitting up the rows when the qudbah starts and out comes some Somali kid with the open mouth syndrome, he looked like someone @CaliTedesse would absolutely despise. So this kid plops next to me and sits there fidgeting, I like being at the mosque because it's peaceful and I can think clearly there so this was a mild annoyance but he's a kid I can't get angry at him for it.

But this is where shit changes, the little man turns his head which is fucking centimetres from mine and begins staring at my afro with a glint in his eye that reminds me of something between a cow in bliss and a adult with down-syndrome who just got gifted a broken pencil. Then his nauseating breathe smashes my nose and mouth stifling any instinct that could get me to breathe in that putrid unholy stench meandering out of this gaping mouth that has probably lost all its jaw muscles.

But he's a kid

I lean out and edge away mind you the mosque is packed

This motherfucking little shit leans in and continues

The veins in my hand started getting more visible and were popping out. I've never had the urge to slap the ever living shit out of the two braincells left in that kids head but that of course would be illegal so I glanced at him with a slight annoyed look.

He looked me in the eyes for 3 seconds with this retarded face
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And then continued staring into my afro like it was all chill. I felt disturbed, angry and what I could only describe as feeling violated.

Giving someone a look and a nod at the mosque when they troubled you was the standard etiquette and was followed by everyone except FOB Indians who would put their crusty toes on your foot in prayer. It's been quite a few minutes now and this kid continues staring into my hair for go knows what reason while plastering his breathe on me and killing my dignity plus whatever organisms lived on the surface of my skin in the process.

Finally the parent of this oblivious spawn of what must've been a gulper eel and a jersey cattle came. Lo and behold his dad looked like a Bass fish with a broken jaw and so I later leant where the mouth breathing came from.

Here's the best visual I could give
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As soon as he asked the guy on the other side of his son to make space I thought it was going to end. Nope the prayer starts and there are no more spaces and so I was subjected to this little kid stepping on my toes in prayer while he was playing with his feet. His dad then smacked him afterwards and he smushed my toes so hard I couldn't move them properly.

I walked out of that mosque absolutely confused and angry. I later tripped over the pavement ledge while dwelling on what I could've possibly done. I think that might of been where my lack of belief in God started.

How can I trust in God when I got violated in his own home? Albeit it was a clearly run down mosque in a shitty area. There was that other time I got rushed by a Pakistani stampede (uncut toenails too so I ended up having a field day with paracetamol and anti-septic) in Ramadan for what I can only describe as the cooks diarrhoea mixed with undercooked chicken that would've put a hole in even the savagest of hunter-gatherer's iron stomach. T'was a sight to behold though.

There was that one time I accidentally dropped a tenner in the donation bag and when I tried to get it back the paki holding it yanked it away. Fucking Jews.

So What worse the worst thing that's happened to you guys at mosque anyway? I can't be the only one

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Céleste

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Sxb I love the way you described everything. I had a good laugh.

:chrisfreshhah:I've had plenty of incidents where bad breathed people kept BREATHING close to my face, mostly in school and on trams.

3 things I hate the most in mosques.

1. Bad breathed people praying near you.
2. When the aunty praying next to you keeps pulling you closer.
3. Whispering during prayer. I could kill a person because of this.:ftw9nwa:
 
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There was a point in my life where I had a kind of large afro, it wasn't anything mind boggling though. It just looked like it wasn't cut for a quite a while. So I'm at the mosque sitting up the rows when the qudbah starts and out comes some Somali kid with the open mouth syndrome, he looked like someone @CaliTedesse would absolutely despise. So this kid plops next to me and sits there fidgeting, I like being at the mosque because it's peaceful and I can think clearly there so this was a mild annoyance but he's a kid I can't get angry at him for it.

But this is where shit changes, the little man turns his head which is fucking centimetres from mine and begins staring at my afro with a glint in his eye that reminds me of something between a cow in bliss and a adult with down-syndrome who just got gifted a broken pencil. Then his nauseating breathe smashes my nose and mouth stifling any instinct that could get me to breathe in that putrid unholy stench meandering out of this gaping mouth that has probably lost all its jaw muscles.

But he's a kid

I lean out and edge away mind you the mosque is packed

This motherfucking little shit leans in and continues

The veins in my hand started getting more visible and were popping out. I've never had the urge to slap the ever living shit out of the two braincells left in that kids head but that of course would be illegal so I glanced at him with a slight annoyed look.

He looked me in the eyes for 3 seconds with this retarded face
View attachment 88811

And then continued staring into my afro like it was all chill. I felt disturbed, angry and what I could only describe as feeling violated.

Giving someone a look and a nod at the mosque when they troubled you was the standard etiquette and was followed by everyone except FOB Indians who would put their crusty toes on your foot in prayer. It's been quite a few minutes now and this kid continues staring into my hair for go knows what reason while plastering his breathe on me and killing my dignity plus whatever organisms lived on the surface of my skin in the process.

Finally the parent of this oblivious spawn of what must've been a gulper eel and a jersey cattle came. Lo and behold his dad looked like a Bass fish with a broken jaw and so I later leant where the mouth breathing came from.

Here's the best visual I could giveView attachment 88812

As soon as he asked the guy on the other side of his son to make space I thought it was going to end. Nope the prayer starts and there are no more spaces and so I was subjected to this little kid stepping on my toes in prayer while he was playing with his feet. His dad then smacked him afterwards and he smushed my toes so hard I couldn't move them properly.

I walked out of that mosque absolutely confused and angry. I later tripped over the pavement ledge while dwelling on what I could've possibly done. I think that might of been where my lack of belief in God started.

How can I trust in God when I got violated in his own home? Albeit it was a clearly run down mosque in a shitty area. There was that other time I got rushed by a Pakistani stampede (uncut toenails too so I ended up having a field day with paracetamol and anti-septic) in Ramadan for what I can only describe as the cooks diarrhoea mixed with undercooked chicken that would've put a hole in even the savagest of hunter-gatherer's iron stomach. T'was a sight to behold though.

There was that one time I accidentally dropped a tenner in the donation bag and when I tried to get it back the paki holding it yanked it away. Fucking Jews.

So What worse the worst thing that's happened to you guys at mosque anyway? I can't be the only one

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you remind him of someone??? This somali kid during dugsi kept saying mama to me and after this someone told me he had autism.
When I saw his mum I got offended so badly. She had only 4 front teeth and the rest were black... She looked like a drug addict. Her head shape. Her oogly eyes.... My sister joked with me and said you look like twins.
 

Yukon_Niner

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Oooh there was that other time I was at the mosque and got caught in another Pakistani tidal wave. I must've got blown forwards by some obese greasy teenage c*nt who managed to slide and push people out the way at the same time in an unfathomable manner. I was 14 at the time and my hormones were raging. I brought up my knee and just as I was about to strike him I watched his fat barely being held by the poor shirt slide Inbetween a gap he should never have been able to go through and disappear

Thus I accidentally bricked someone's 5'3 Asians grandad or what might've been Tutankhamen in the ribs which surprisingly didn't bring up dust. Instead he wheezed, I panicked and I cringed hard internally then proceeded to run away instead of helping. Now here's some 5'8 teen blasting past 5'6 men of all ages, someone must've easily spotted me because I got the Indian "hey" called at me and I ran even faster.

Ever since then I've despised obese people with a great passion

Sxb I love the way you described everything. I had a good laugh.

:chrisfreshhah:I've had plenty of incidents where bad breathed people kept BREATHING close to my face, mostly in school and on trams.

3 things I hate the most in mosques.

1. Bad breathed people praying near you.
2. When the aunty praying next to you keeps pulling you closer.
3. Whispering during prayer. I could kill a person because of this.:ftw9nwa:
Number one has to be the bane of prayer
you remind him of someone??? This somali kid during dugsi kept saying mama to me and after this someone told me he had autism.
When I saw his mum I got offended so badly. She had only 4 front teeth and the rest were black... She looked like a drug addict. Her head shape. Her oogly eyes.... My sister joked with me and said you look like twins.
Now I just feel bad. That's a bit deep to be honest.
 
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Mercury

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What I hate when I go to the mosque is during taraweeh I see these kids sitting down during the prayer than quickly jumps in to "pray" when the prayer is about to end

and they repeat this cycle again and again
 

Yukon_Niner

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What I hate when I go to the mosque is during taraweeh I see these kids sitting down during the prayer than quickly jumps in to "pray" when the prayer is about to end

and they repeat this cycle again and again
Honestly I don't hate that they're kids, I didn't ever go to taraweeh because I knew I'd be bored after my brother's experience.

Most just want to be with their dads and see the mosque out of giddy interest. I remember that use to be me too.
 

Mercury

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Honestly I don't hate that they're kids, I didn't ever go to taraweeh because I knew I'd be bored after my brother's experience.

Most just want to be with their dads and see the mosque out of giddy interest. I remember that use to be me too.
oh okay well this annoys me and just unhygiene people with smelly breath or just smelling like they not showered for a week and indians and pakis are the worst
 

General Asad

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When you're praying taraweeh and little kids are running around like chicken's with their heads cut off. Their mothers don't do anything and silently sit back and watch be little devils to others. So annoying.
 

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There was a point in my life where I had a kind of large afro, it wasn't anything mind boggling though. It just looked like it wasn't cut for a quite a while. So I'm at the mosque sitting up the rows when the qudbah starts and out comes some Somali kid with the open mouth syndrome, he looked like someone @CaliTedesse would absolutely despise. So this kid plops next to me and sits there fidgeting, I like being at the mosque because it's peaceful and I can think clearly there so this was a mild annoyance but he's a kid I can't get angry at him for it.

But this is where shit changes, the little man turns his head which is fucking centimetres from mine and begins staring at my afro with a glint in his eye that reminds me of something between a cow in bliss and a adult with down-syndrome who just got gifted a broken pencil. Then his nauseating breathe smashes my nose and mouth stifling any instinct that could get me to breathe in that putrid unholy stench meandering out of this gaping mouth that has probably lost all its jaw muscles.

But he's a kid

I lean out and edge away mind you the mosque is packed

This motherfucking little shit leans in and continues

The veins in my hand started getting more visible and were popping out. I've never had the urge to slap the ever living shit out of the two braincells left in that kids head but that of course would be illegal so I glanced at him with a slight annoyed look.

He looked me in the eyes for 3 seconds with this retarded face
View attachment 88811

And then continued staring into my afro like it was all chill. I felt disturbed, angry and what I could only describe as feeling violated.

Giving someone a look and a nod at the mosque when they troubled you was the standard etiquette and was followed by everyone except FOB Indians who would put their crusty toes on your foot in prayer. It's been quite a few minutes now and this kid continues staring into my hair for go knows what reason while plastering his breathe on me and killing my dignity plus whatever organisms lived on the surface of my skin in the process.

Finally the parent of this oblivious spawn of what must've been a gulper eel and a jersey cattle came. Lo and behold his dad looked like a Bass fish with a broken jaw and so I later leant where the mouth breathing came from.

Here's the best visual I could giveView attachment 88812

As soon as he asked the guy on the other side of his son to make space I thought it was going to end. Nope the prayer starts and there are no more spaces and so I was subjected to this little kid stepping on my toes in prayer while he was playing with his feet. His dad then smacked him afterwards and he smushed my toes so hard I couldn't move them properly.

I walked out of that mosque absolutely confused and angry. I later tripped over the pavement ledge while dwelling on what I could've possibly done. I think that might of been where my lack of belief in God started.

How can I trust in God when I got violated in his own home? Albeit it was a clearly run down mosque in a shitty area. There was that other time I got rushed by a Pakistani stampede (uncut toenails too so I ended up having a field day with paracetamol and anti-septic) in Ramadan for what I can only describe as the cooks diarrhoea mixed with undercooked chicken that would've put a hole in even the savagest of hunter-gatherer's iron stomach. T'was a sight to behold though.

There was that one time I accidentally dropped a tenner in the donation bag and when I tried to get it back the paki holding it yanked it away. Fucking Jews.

So What worse the worst thing that's happened to you guys at mosque anyway? I can't be the only one

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I'm outing all of Reer Toronto for this L but anyone who knows about the Masjid at Rexdale and Kipling near Hamdi might be able to explain this. We went down there for Eid salah since we were going to visit my cousins on Mississauga and it was the most convenient Masjid to pray salah. We line up and whatever and some teenage faraxs stumble in late danking the whole mosque with their weed (Weed was still illegal at the time). One of them stood beside me and I was getting dirty looks from people after salah finished until that idiot moved and they realized I wasn't one of them.

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There was a point in my life where I had a kind of large afro, it wasn't anything mind boggling though. It just looked like it wasn't cut for a quite a while. So I'm at the mosque sitting up the rows when the qudbah starts and out comes some Somali kid with the open mouth syndrome, he looked like someone @CaliTedesse would absolutely despise. So this kid plops next to me and sits there fidgeting, I like being at the mosque because it's peaceful and I can think clearly there so this was a mild annoyance but he's a kid I can't get angry at him for it.

But this is where shit changes, the little man turns his head which is fucking centimetres from mine and begins staring at my afro with a glint in his eye that reminds me of something between a cow in bliss and a adult with down-syndrome who just got gifted a broken pencil. Then his nauseating breathe smashes my nose and mouth stifling any instinct that could get me to breathe in that putrid unholy stench meandering out of this gaping mouth that has probably lost all its jaw muscles.

But he's a kid

I lean out and edge away mind you the mosque is packed

This motherfucking little shit leans in and continues

The veins in my hand started getting more visible and were popping out. I've never had the urge to slap the ever living shit out of the two braincells left in that kids head but that of course would be illegal so I glanced at him with a slight annoyed look.

He looked me in the eyes for 3 seconds with this retarded face
View attachment 88811

And then continued staring into my afro like it was all chill. I felt disturbed, angry and what I could only describe as feeling violated.

Giving someone a look and a nod at the mosque when they troubled you was the standard etiquette and was followed by everyone except FOB Indians who would put their crusty toes on your foot in prayer. It's been quite a few minutes now and this kid continues staring into my hair for go knows what reason while plastering his breathe on me and killing my dignity plus whatever organisms lived on the surface of my skin in the process.

Finally the parent of this oblivious spawn of what must've been a gulper eel and a jersey cattle came. Lo and behold his dad looked like a Bass fish with a broken jaw and so I later leant where the mouth breathing came from.

Here's the best visual I could giveView attachment 88812

As soon as he asked the guy on the other side of his son to make space I thought it was going to end. Nope the prayer starts and there are no more spaces and so I was subjected to this little kid stepping on my toes in prayer while he was playing with his feet. His dad then smacked him afterwards and he smushed my toes so hard I couldn't move them properly.

I walked out of that mosque absolutely confused and angry. I later tripped over the pavement ledge while dwelling on what I could've possibly done. I think that might of been where my lack of belief in God started.

How can I trust in God when I got violated in his own home? Albeit it was a clearly run down mosque in a shitty area. There was that other time I got rushed by a Pakistani stampede (uncut toenails too so I ended up having a field day with paracetamol and anti-septic) in Ramadan for what I can only describe as the cooks diarrhoea mixed with undercooked chicken that would've put a hole in even the savagest of hunter-gatherer's iron stomach. T'was a sight to behold though.

There was that one time I accidentally dropped a tenner in the donation bag and when I tried to get it back the paki holding it yanked it away. Fucking Jews.

So What worse the worst thing that's happened to you guys at mosque anyway? I can't be the only one

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How come Basra was not tagged in your tags :)

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Radical

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looool it happened to my sister . She went to the mosque to pray. she called me and asked me to come pick her up because someone stole her shoes.
The immeasurable despair in contemplating about going home kabola'an is a feeling only shared by ww2 vets
 
lol i was at the masjid a few days ago, waiting for isha prayer.
i hear and see, a desi/indian kid, perhaps 12-15 years old, speaking on the phone with friends and he said ''i said shut up hahaha,'' and i was just like uh.......
 

strawberrii

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:chrisfreshhah:
That was a fun read! You should become a writer full time.
But yeah, I can't really think of anything extremely annoying that happened to me outside of babies screaming their heads off and toddlers running around during Eid prayer.
 

Yukon_Niner

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The immeasurable despair in contemplating about going home kabola'an is a feeling only shared by ww2 vets
That happened to me while in Somalia once. I was an overly cautious child so I took cheap sandals anyway but I was still pissed off, who even thinks it's okay to steal someone's shoes?
 

Yukon_Niner

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Lol at going to a Mosque, and even a bigger lol at going to one full Asians. If I was in that Mosque, we might have another Christchurch incident on our hands.
Haye laakin
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:chrisfreshhah:
That was a fun read! You should become a writer full time.
But yeah, I can't really think of anything extremely annoying that happened to me outside of babies screaming their heads off and toddlers running around during Eid prayer.
Honestly I genuinely do not mind that. It was just the blatant disregard for my personal space that pissed me off.

It was like someone switched off the empathy and common sense in his head.
 

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