If only there was a way to the mosque without skirting the forest.
It’s only a short stretch of the route, but it’s long enough to set your pulse racing.
It didn’t help that when we arrived for the prayer, an old fellow arrived with his dog, which had a fresh wound clawed out of its back.
Every time I think I will begin to relax walking these lanes, a local warns of another bear sighting.
What should we do if we did encounter such a beast on our way? Run like crazy, or play statue and hope for the best?
Really, I need a truck, a gun, or a dog, or preferably all three. For now, I must make do with earnest prayer and cautious footsteps.
We arrive home relieved. Jummah Mubarak!
Last modified: 21 September 2024
