An amazing thing happened this morning. I was kissed. By an elder in my mosque. For no apparent reason. The sort of kiss that I receive only from my mom. What's amazing is that it was totally unexpected yet left a pleasant feeling just like mom's.The thing is we hardly knew each other. My attendance at the mosque is sporadic at best and almost always only for the early morning prayers. As far as I can recall, he is the only one who, as he walks in will stop and shake hands with those in his path. I will be the last as I normally pick a place near an entrance. He will shake my hands, we smile at each other and take our places. Once prayers done I have to immediately leave, so there never was an opportunity to socialise.
Outside of the mosque, I talked to him once because he wanted to know about some shipping matters. Otherwise it was just a wave and smile acquaintance. So, it was to me a very pleasant amazement...
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