This is a story about how you're live would be if you would live in the dessert in the time of the tabiun as a Muslima (so this is a story from a female perspective) and so if you are open to new ideas and would like to see other perspectives than I...
"Y/N let's pray ! " "...uh ok " *she dragged me by my hand * „wasn't that kids athan just now beautiful Y/N?" „Yes it was it sounded cute for a little kid to do it this time „ —————————————————- ——————
(At the mosque ) we saw other woman and men gathering before us came the men and they stood before us and I and F/N went to the back row the imam made takbeer and started the prayer ....the atmosphere was so peaceful being in that clay mosque was just so ..... unreal ? but I quickly got dragged out of my thoughts and continued praying
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(Later outside .... ) „Ok now let's go to the sheep they are probably waiting by now „ „Yes!! „
*we ran towards a little hut wich got bigger and bigger as we went closer to it than we started to see a flock of sheep *
Heyyyyyyy do you like this story ? If yes tysm If not what should I change ? Byyyyyyyy take careeee
