Since I was the only non-Albanian in the mosque that day, I had absolutely no idea what to do and when to do it during the ritualistic-heavy ceremony.
Realizing my learning curve was becoming a distraction, I spotted a bench all alone in the back of the room. I figured it was there for spectators like me.
I made my way to the bench and, for the first time since stepping foot in this place, I felt my body relax. Perhaps that’s why, when the back few rows of people turned around and started to yell, it took me a few seconds to realize they were yelling at me. Read More