M is for Mosque

(20 whites in one hour)

White walls reach high and house the five prayers of the day, the ones who come to look for peace, and those who simply come to see the pure blissful beauty. A serene place where the white walls reflect smiles and hold fingerprints of the young children, and the walls cool marble touch gives deep relief on the burning July day.

White pillars hold it all up, and frame the white walls so they may stand sturdy. They reach high into the clouds like the fingers of the ones praying reach up to the almighty god. The white pillars are the beauty to it all, and curve and edge with a design so intricate and exotic.

White carpet gives comfort to the adventures who stop to worship on the call of prayer and walk past white pillars to enter and remove their shoes. The footprints of so many embedded into the white carpet fibers, like a painting or memoir of every visitor.

White marble holds enchanting beauty and the envious stares of worshipers, as it lines the special details and frames the white carpets of the mosque. The marble swirls in rhythm to the heartbeats of the religious, of the ones whose eyes cannot comprehend the pristine elegance. The marble holds in the cool air of good thoughts and is getaway for the ones with burning backs scorched form the summer sun.

White stairs cascade up and down through the levels, as children play on the steps and others walk up to breath in fresh air after sweet prayers, before returning to home and to work. The swirl of the white marble paints each stair step where friends and lovers talk till dusk.

White chandeliers hang from domed ceilings to bring heavenly light, that cascades on rows of people prostrating during nightly prayers and flood white stairs that lead to lower levels. Crystalline glass forms diamond shaped features of the chandelier branches.

White shoes litter the shoe racks among colored flats and sandals, waiting for their owners to come and retrieve them after a quick prayer under the white chandelier. Some are dirt covered and worn from a day of tough labour and others clean, spotless.

White cars are parked in crowded spaces as families come to enjoy blissful beauty and lay on grass staring up at the towering mosque as the fathers pray, and the mothers tell beautiful stories to the giggling children, of whom some forget their white shoes on their car seats excited to join their fathers inside, under the large dome.

White birds fly here and there through the open skies and perch upon the mosques large pillars. Sweet doves who reflect the peace in the hearts of the ones who enjoy their time inside. The birds swoop low near the roofs of the white cars waiting for the people to step outside.

White flowers scatter themselves against the grass and line the bushes and trees. Young girls come and pluck them off to bring home as a part of their sweet dreams, and worshippers pass by caressing them to enjoy their luscious scent. They grow in an abundance and are favourites for the white birds.

White prayer mat lies on the floor as the worshipper kneels upon it, hands open up towards the sky with tears in his eyes. His soul, as white as the mat he sits upon, his heart as elegant as the white flowers.

White caps adorn the heads of many worshippers. All like jewels in a large sea. Like fingerprints, each one has a design unique to its owner, and some caps match to the white prayer mats under the feet’s. The caps mostly rest on the heads of the men, but some fall over the eyes of young boys, their hands wrapped around their fathers fingers.

White suits are worn by many. A symbol of purity. All are clean and well ironed and sway in the wind of the summer days. Many have pockets where there are either buzzing cell phones, folded hands, or falling white caps. The white suits are light, so to not be hot to the owner.

White dresses are worn by young girls who twirl through the mosque forming circles with their dancing layers of cloth. The dresses match the white suits of their parents. Most come clean and new but leave stained with the dirt of wild flowers or drops of melted strawberry ice cream.

White lamps dot table sides for the few who choose to stay after daily prayers and read the holy book. They offer soft light for the reader as the darkness of the night begins to settle, and are targets of young boys and girls in frilly white dresses in the sunlit hours of the day, to knock over and play with.

White light adorns corners of the mosque and seeps through the window sills giving the illusion of sitting among a heavenly light. It is cool and refreshing, and offers a bliss. It is similar to the soft light that comes from the white lamps.

White eyes, they all have them with a circle of either blue or brown or green. Each one is a story and a unique reflection shining with the blissful white light. But many are at peace.

White bracelets adorn the arms of women who come hand in hand with their husbands and children to spend a day filled with laughter and peace. They are also on the arms of girls who are fond with dressing up, and they shake their arms so that their bracelets lightly rattle in the sunlit silence of the mosque. Their white eyes gleam with beauty.

White hijabs are common to be found on the head of many visiting women. As the women kneel down to begin their prayers they tightly wrap their white hijabs around their heads stretching their arms back as their white bracelets tinkle. Their hijabs look elegant and mesmerizing.

The white mosque is simply a treasure of pure beauty and of unshakable magnificence.

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