The pigs of the farm don't pray (grace at meals, human respect)
Being afraid to pray in public
The train was crowded. There were several people trying in the compartment to fit their boxes into their layers. I doubted whether to say my three hail Maries kneeling down, spreading my arms in cross shape or just pray them quietly in my bed. The six bunk-beds were slowly getting filled. While I was struggling with my thoughts my stout mate brought out a small carpet, spreaded it on the ground and started worshipping Allah towards what he tought it was the orientation to the Mecca. I was flabbergasted at the sight.
Immediatelly I came down from my bunk bed, I knelt down and I prayer my Three Hail Maries of the Purity out loud... with my arms in the sape of cross, as my mother had taught me.
Immediatelly I came down from my bunk bed, I knelt down and I prayer my Three Hail Maries of the Purity out loud... with my arms in the sape of cross, as my mother had taught me.
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