52. another freedom

Listen to Down River by The Temper Trap

I went as usual to my favorite mosque for Friday prayer. I don't know if people out there have the same frequency of favorite - thinking like me. There's one nearby with my office but i only been there once! I'd rather endure the scorching heat of friday mid-noon ride my bike to the 5km away favorite mosque instead went to near one and feel alienated.

The golden-painted dome somehow so mesmerizing and the reflection of refulgence made by the dome inexplicably fathomless but yet so soothing, as if i'm nearer to God.

Well if i'm moving to somewhere else, that's another story.if you inquiry and scratching your head.

While as if try to listen to the sermon but failed, it occurred to me why i never ever thinking of read my book here! No matter how lost am i what to do over the weekend but a self-policy to at least spend an hour reading is never deviate from it place in my mind.

i jolted on my lost and asked myself why not? it might sound normal to some people but this is bizarre for me who rarely-seen-on-the mosque and this is might be an answer to my question why Bangi seem lack of favorite spot to stretch out your legs , read and enjoy the weather.

well , i didn't decide yet. the session of imagination + idea was snapped by the urge of moving feet to perform solah.

can i? will i? is it weird?