"Whassup?" My brother replied.
"Yo, why don't you come to Tim Horton's after taraweeh prayers?"
"Er," My brother answered. "Isn't it kinda late? 11.20 the prayers end."
My brother's friend looked at him for sometime.
"What are you talking about? Oh, you mean you pray the full 20? I was talking about 8 rakats. That's over at 10.30!"
"Ah," My brother commented. "Oh well, don't know. Why, what's at Tim Horton's?"
"You should come." My brother's friend winked. "It's Ramadan and it's taraweeh. ALL THE GIRLS ARE THERE!"
* * *
"Oh, my legs are paining!" My friend tells me after we exit the mosque, praying only 8 rakats of taraweeh.
"Yah, I know!" I reply, knowing how long the prayers can be.
"You know," She tells me, "I was so lost after the 2nd rakat."
"Ha ha." I answer. "I know exactly what you mean. During the 1st rakat I am convinced that TODAY I will concentrate on my prayers. Then, during the 2nd rakat I start planning tomorrow's schedule, and then suddenly rebuke myself for losing concentration. During the 3rd rakat I am thinking tomorrow I have table tennis practice at 5 and I have to do this work project. By the 6th rakat I have reviewed all my things to do tomorrow and the rest of the week!"
My friend looks at me for sometime, and then utters in a low voice:
"Well, I meant LOST as in mesmerized. The recitation of the Quran was just so beautifully done that I was really deeply into it!"