This afternoon I saw two of my colleagues praying in my bosses empty office. I passed the darkened room and noticed their thin figures and rigid backs, kneeling side-by-side on the hard marble. They were reciting on decorative rugs, squished between the wall and the desk, subjugating themselves to the file cabinet.
I quickly returned to my computer, feeling like I had caught them doing something wrong. I'm not sure why.
It makes me wonder though, have they been doing this everyday when the prayer call begins? And when my boss is in the office, where do they pray? Could it be that all of my colleagues have been using their offices or the lobby or the meeting room, tucking themselves into a corner or under a table, silently genuflecting and I have simply hermited in my office, none-the-wiser? There are only five of us, counting myself and our work space is a converted apartment, smaller than my own. So much for cultural exploration when you've got facebook.*Interspersed are some boring pictures of my office, but taken by my own hand;)
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