Yesterday, I went to a mosque. A mosque is where Muslims pray five times a day. We went because someone set the entrance on fire because they don’t like Muslims. That is not nice. We should be nice to Muslims because they are just like everyone else.
I met lots of Muslims at the mosque. They were very nice. They gave us food—burrito like things with vegetables and meat in them. The women wore a hijab—which is a scarf that covers your head, which my friend told me is something they wear as part of their religion. When girls are 12 they get to choose if they want to wear one or not.
I was invited to join them for prayers. There was lots of people in the room. We all had to take our shoes off. They all had mats and they would kneel down on them. If they pray five times a day like they are supposed to, some of them have worn out spaces on their mats, and that shows that they pray a lot.
I talked to the leader, who is called an Imam, and told him about my friend at school. She is a refugee from Syria. I along with kids in my class taught her how to speak English. She taught us how to spell our names in Arabic.
I think it would be nice if other people visited a mosque too because they would learn that Muslims are the same as everyone else. Muslims just have a different religion.
I think it would be nice if other people visited a mosque too because they would learn that Muslims are the same as everyone else. Muslims just have a different religion.
