i must have been 7,8 or 9. at Taraweeh, witr time and the imaam is making duahs in qunut, long long duahs, the algerian/morrocan/tunisian and other Arabic-understanding ladies around me are crying, sobbing, the imaam's voice is breaking as well. me and my friends arent messing about anymore, just for that moment.

the imaam is making a long lon duah in arabic that we can hardly understand, and then there's a happy part, where he mentions all those names of country but with an arabic tweak. always fun, plus its in a certain order so we can repeat. I remember repeating those arabized country names when messing about as a kid when asked to "make duah".

now, ten years later. im sitting there reading http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/interactive/2013/jul/18/cairo-republican... and just browsing the net mainly down the Egypt and "wake up to the reality of this world" side of the World Wide Web and i just need to put my head down and think. and this above memory came to mind. and i realised. thats its been over 10 years.

the names of the countries might have slightly changed, some forgotten, some added in. but..its the same.

and now i don t want a 7,8 or 9 years old to grow up and write a blog or have a thought like the one i just had.