My Friday

Friday means a little bit of relief. Friday means a little relief from the hustle and bustle of this city.
Friday is a day of peace for people without mother. There is no rush, no rush. And give the Muslims a very happy day.

And now the month of Ramadan is the month of fasting for Muslims. I am proud of myself as a Muslim. I am proud to be born a Muslim. On Friday, everyone prayed together with the congregation. It's a different kind of fun. It is a great blessing to go to the mosque, listen to the narration of the Lord and ask for something from Allah by praying. I pray to Allah that I may perform the five daily prayers and may Allah grant me that Tawfiq.

In fact, our mosque is very beautiful, there is no such beautiful mosque anywhere around and all the houses of Allah are beautiful. And the recitation of the Qur'an by the lord of our mosque is so beautiful that it fills the mind.

Then I came out of the mosque and heard some valuable words from the lord. After listening to the words of the lord, I chatted on the steps of the mosque for a while. I met many people and talked to them.

Then I went out again in the afternoon. So I sat in one place and chatted for a while. In fact, I gave the chat that it is always very cold by the river. And after a while I saw that the Kalavaishakhi storm had started.

This year maybe the rainfall level is not as high as other years. I know why this year is much hotter than other years. All in all, we had a wonderful afternoon. By the grace of God, I returned home.