Enemy lines.

Silence was the key.
I moved discreetly behind the tall shelves, my heart pounding as i did so.
looking left and right, i got ready to make my move. The weapon in my hand froze my fingers. A giggle escaped my throat because of the anticipation.

I walked stealthily, sneaking up on my victim, who was also in position. He thought he was ready, but next to my stealthy abilities, he had no chance.

BAM! went my perfectly created weapon, hitting his back with full force.

" you kids, vat you think you're doing throwing snowballs in the masjid!"

"crap"

we stood for a minute, like deer in the face of headlights then we made our escape. Each scattering in a different direction, but not before the message went around.

SNOWBALL FIGHT AFTER ISHA!!

party in the masjid...ok noo, not really!

" you wanna go pray maghrib with us?
"yea sure ok, lemme go dress. it'll take a moment"

notice my dad only said we were gonna go pray and nothing further. any normal person, (such as i) puts on anything and goes. which was exactly what i did. i had my pjs some yellow socks, with my purple flats and i was ready to roll! apparently my dad forgot to tell me we were also going to be attending a dinner!!!

last time i was here and went to that masjid to pray it was only my family, only mine. like we almost had to make my 4 year old sister imam, only us. so imagine my shock to find half the community there, and that my dears was their first impression of me. lovely.

seriously though thinking about it, i was fine standing infront of God and praying in my not so best but i cared more about what people thought? in my defense though: God doesn't judge me according to what i wear, so HAH!

yahh, jokes still on me.