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