Love Shot X Shot of Love

Anxiety

When the imam made a round around the mosque, he saw a young woman in a corner fidgeting nervously. He looked tired but also confused. He kept staring at his lap and he was sure he was picking his fingers. Concern sign. He continued walking, nodding and smiling at the others sitting down. Finally he went to the girl.

"Are you okay, young man?"He asked in a friendly manner.

"Oh .. sorry .. didn't mean to bother you."Said awake.

"No, no, it's okay. You're always welcome here."She smiles.

"Please do not feel contemptuous but I have never been to a mosque in years .. Lately I have only been going to the Eid prayer mubarak with my parents. I'm not sure what to do."He admits.

"Don't be afraid. A mosque is a place to clear your mind and be peaceful."Said. "I am imam ahmad. "He said, extending his hand.

"zara ariffin."He said and shook it. He feels warm and strong.

"May I sit with you zara."She asked.

"Oh yeah sure."He gave her space.

"You seem troubled young man. Is something bothering you?”

"Just go through some things I feel."He shrugged his shoulders. "Just feel like I'm going through some things ... like I'm just here so what?"He explains.

"I like to believe that everyone is here for a reason. However, I am well aware that not many people are happy to hear."He said honestly.

"I'm sorry, I'm one of them."He admits.

"Don't apologize. In this situation, it's always best to be honest."He encourages.

"My therapist recommended I go to the mosque .. because it was something different to try. I'm not even Islamic. He flushed a little. The priest could not help but laugh.

"As I said you're still very welcome here" he smiled. He lowered his head instantly, plucking his fingers again.

"I think I help everyone but nobody helps me."He whispered. "I don't know what to do now."The priest looked at it sadly. The world can be a cruel place for young people today.

"I hope I can give you the right answer."He said sincerely.

"Is .... praying helpful?”

"If you believe it will help you then yes.”

"But what if I don't know how to pray?”

"There is no right or wrong way to pray. Close your eyes and say what you want in your mind."He explains. "Here ... I will pray with you."He slowly took his hand. He closed his eyes and flushed his hands. He waited patiently with her. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and they were slightly watery. He smiled and wiped his eyes.

"Thank you priest."He said to wipe his eyes.

"You're very welcome. I suggest you make solah. It is a way to empower yourself and your prayers. "She added. He nodded and led to the mosque. He was careful and prayed for a while.

"Thank you priest."He said and smiled at her.

"Together."He groaned a little surprised. "if you have to talk, I'm usually here for up to six days."He added.

"OK ... thank you .. I think I'll see you later."He nodded before he left. The priest will be happy to hear if he returns.

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“Are you alright my child?” Ask kindly he.

“Oh..sorry..didn’t mean to both you.” She said getting up.

“No, no, it’s alright. You are always welcome here.” Smiles.

“Well please don’t be included but I haven’t been to mosque in years.late I’ only gone to eid mubarak prayer with my parents. I’m not really sure what to do.” She admit.

“Dont be afraid. The mosque is a place to clear your mind and be at peace.” He says's. “I am imam ahmad. ” He says holding out his hand.

“zara ariffin.” She says and shakes. He feels warm and sturdy.

“May I sit with you Miss zara.” Asks.

“Oh yeah sure.” She nodes giving him room.

“You look troubled my dear. Is something bothing you?”

“Just going through some things I guess.” Shrugs. “Just kind of feel like I’m going through the motions of things..like I’m just here so what?” She's explores.

“I like to believe that everyone is here for a reason. However, I’m very much aware that not many people like hearing that.” He said truthfully.

“Yeah..sorry I’m one of them.” She admit.

“Dont be sorry. In these situations it is always best to be honest.” Encourages he.

“My therapist recommended I go to mosque.since it’s something different to try. I’m not even islamic. She blushes slighterly. The priest can’t help but chuckle.

“As I said you are still very welcome here ” He smiles. She lowers her head for a moment, picking at her fingers again.

“I feel like I’m helping everyone but no one helps me.” Whispers. “I just don’t know what to do right now.” The priest looks at her sadly. The world can be a cruel place for the young these days.

“I wish I could give you the right answer.” He says sincerely.

“Will..will praying help?”

“If you believe it will help you then yes.”

“But what if I don’t know how to pray?”

“There is no right or wrong way to pray. Just close your eyes and say what you want in your mind.” He's explores. “Here..I will pray with you.” He gently takes her hand. She closes her eyes and squeezes her hand. He waits patiently with her. After a few minutes she opens her eyes and they’re a little watery. Smiles and he wipes her eyes.

“Thank you priest.” She says wiping her eyes.

“You’re very welcome. I would suggest that you make solah. It’s a way of empowering yourself and your prayer. ” He adds. She nodes and heads over to the mosque. She carefully solah and pray for a few moments.

“Thank you priest.” She says and smile at him.

“You’re welcome.” He grunts slowly in surprise. “ if you ever need to talk I’m normally here until six most days.” Adds he.

“Ok..thanks.I guess I’ll see you later.” She nodes before she leaves. The priest would be happy to listen if she returned.