After having iftar, I had a quick shower, got dressed, and headed out. Picked up a friend on the way and drove to our local mosque.
We were some of the first people, so we got ourselves a nice spot in the first row. Sat there quietly and read some Qur'an in the meantime. As Isha prayer approached, a middle-aged bariis cune man sat next to me on the right, whilst my friend sat on my left.
The Adhan was done and now the Muadhin was doing the Iqamah, then suddenly a whiff of hot garlic air swept across my nose which caught me by surprise I paid no mind to it and started praying Isha with the rest of the congregation.
As we did Rukoo, the garlic burp attacked again. This time, it nearly melted the right side of my face off. It had me wondering bariis cunaahan muuxu cuuney for iftar
We got down for Sajda, everyone is quietly reading the Duas and qashin cune burped so loud you could hear echoes, top that off with the monstrous smell that followed it gave me an instant migraine
Wallahi I couldn't continue with the bloody trash can praying next to me. I quit salah, ran to the toilets and vomited out all of my Affur. After about 15 minutes, I stepped out and prayed Isha and Taraweeh in the back rows.
If it were up to me that no xishood kalaab wouldn't be allowed in the masjid again. What a way to ruin my night
We were some of the first people, so we got ourselves a nice spot in the first row. Sat there quietly and read some Qur'an in the meantime. As Isha prayer approached, a middle-aged bariis cune man sat next to me on the right, whilst my friend sat on my left.
The Adhan was done and now the Muadhin was doing the Iqamah, then suddenly a whiff of hot garlic air swept across my nose which caught me by surprise I paid no mind to it and started praying Isha with the rest of the congregation.
As we did Rukoo, the garlic burp attacked again. This time, it nearly melted the right side of my face off. It had me wondering bariis cunaahan muuxu cuuney for iftar
We got down for Sajda, everyone is quietly reading the Duas and qashin cune burped so loud you could hear echoes, top that off with the monstrous smell that followed it gave me an instant migraine
Wallahi I couldn't continue with the bloody trash can praying next to me. I quit salah, ran to the toilets and vomited out all of my Affur. After about 15 minutes, I stepped out and prayed Isha and Taraweeh in the back rows.
If it were up to me that no xishood kalaab wouldn't be allowed in the masjid again. What a way to ruin my night