it's been a very long time
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".