Got to prayers at the mosque at Clementi today a good five minutes before the azan, and the place was already packed. The queue for taking the ablution was in itself pretty daunting and after negotiating that I was lucky enough to find a place on the concrete with a prayer mat in front of me.
It's an extraordinary restful feeling to find a spot amid the multitude and know that you can do the necessary without disturbance. Paradoxically I often feel genuinely alone and somehow accountable in the crowd at prayers. Yet there's a powerful sense of community when all respond as one, and move as one.
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