gotta love taraweeh
i do, really. Lord knows i could use it. it just happens to be a *round* trip at my masjid. there and back. one my left hand side was tanta (aunt) leopard print abaya (impressive!) and fake designer bag. yes, she was large (masha Allah). on my right hand side was ocd nail-biter who kept trying to get me to stand shoulder to shoulder (a logistical problem considering how little space i had). oh this was great- at one point tanta leopard’s two kids came and joined (honestly, i love when kids are around during prayer, but there was just very little space to move), and she started talking to her young son. like straight up talking (i should say that she started by pointing, then shh’ing, then whispering, THEN talking- so hey, she was trying).
ultimately, i think i’m just more cranky than usual. meh; i’ll get over it.