SOPHIA
The next day, I drag myself out of bed at 4:30 a.m. and come to a halt when I see Abdallah praying Fajr. Bowing, kneeling and prostrating, he seems totally at ease.
When he’s done praying, I pretend like I’m not looking but in reality, I carefully scrutinize him. He brings his hands up for supplication and his face is the epitome of peace.
I have this sudden urge to pray; almost as if it’s calling onto me. It’s like being swept up by waves in an ocean.
Without another word, I walk towards the bathroom with my phone in one hand, and rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the other hand.
On my phone, I quickly google the way wudu is performed and following the guidelines, it’s not long before I’m done.
I step out of the bathroom and my eyes take in the plain area where the pray
