Salaam.

I was waiting for my friend outside his class when I saw her come out from the door and walk to the corner of the foyer. She found a spot facing against the wall and lay down her cloth mat on the cold, shiny floor. She began to pray. Her bare toes touching the ground, she stood up and whispered a prayer and then kneeled and repeated. When people would pass by her end of the foyer, she’d stop and wait until they were gone. I don’t know how she knew that Mecca faced that way—what if she was wrong? It was serene watching her pray. She had interrupted her studies for God.