In London, near Kings cross, in one of the back streets there is a pub next door to a Mosque called the Crown and Anchor
I was staying locally,paying around 18 pounds a night. This tells you either how long ago, it was or how cheap it was.
I remember stumbling out of the Pub, with my friend – back when friends were fashionable – and walking past the Mosque.
Back in the day when I played pool and got drunk.
I often mean to go back there.
As we came out, A young man was standing outside the Mosque,watched us walk past him and said
“You shouldn’t do it. It’s bad for you”
It’s the Shaljamal Jame Masjid mosque.
or the Euston Mosque, quite small compared to some of the Mosques in the area.
I agreed with the guy. My friend gave him some attitude and still I was silent.
I don’t follow a religion particularly, but breaking them all down, are they not just a means to remind us to treat each other better?
That we all deserve love and kindness. That we should take time to show kindness to people, like that guy tried to do to us that day.
I would have secretly loved to walk in that day and learn a new way of life.
But, I got anxious. I know as you enter any Mosque, you have to take your shoes off.
As I knelt, positioned myself to pray. I knew I wouldn’t be able to relax.
My shoes are in the hallway. What if someone just took them?
What if I everyone got to the shoes before me?
Just imagine the carousel at the airport. You think you have a distinctive enough black case, you’ve even tied ribbons to it.
As the carousel starts up, you realize all of the cases are similar.
Would it be the same with the shoes?
The people first out would just take similar looking shoes to their own.
Is there such a thing as Muslim shoe anxiety at prayer service?
I just couldn’t concentrate on prayer.
I promised myself I would go back there one day.
I’d love a game of pool. I haven’t played for years.
Tim Willow’s additional Thoughts
Okay you got me.
I do want to go back and just sit in that Mosque, just briefly.
My friend died of alcoholism not long after our London Visit.
I like to imagine I would see that guy again and tell him he was right.
I’m sorry I didn’t speak up that day.
😀
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“Is there such a thing as Muslim shoe anxiety at prayer service?”
Probably not, but there should be. The mere thought of wearing someone else’s shoes makes me break out in hives.
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Maybe there is now 🙂
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I always worry about going to a Zen monastery because I think the head monk will hit me with a stick…
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Then do they take your shoes?
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Oh yeah…
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Then it’s like ‘show me your original face, b***h’
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What is the sound of one hand kicking your ass? BTW, you don’t want to have to solve that particular koan…
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I go to a Hindu temple and I hate taking off my shoes.
But anyway, one day, after some celebration, we were going to a friend’s house. We left the temple before them. So when they were preparing to leave, they saw these shoes that were similar to mine. So when they walked in the door, they said, “Hey, Arachnid, you forgot your shoes!” And I said, “Hmm. Those aren’t mine…”
So they’d accidentally stolen some strangers shoes.
They later drove back to the temple to put the shoes back.
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Brilliant. I’m anxious just reading about it. A good way to upgrade really bad shoes, go to Temple. Not in the spirit of it,though.
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😂
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I forgot completely about that story until I read your post. Now I’ll have to write a post about it. Thank you.
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Link to mine 🙂 I’ve got another one the same thing which I have to write but based around coats, it’s funny what you remember!
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I couldn’t. I would gladly gnaw on one of my kidneys or antagonise rabid ferrets if it meant I kept my shoes on and had no contact whatsoever with the shoes of strangers.
My gag reflex is all excitable at the very thought.
Sorry to hear about your friend.
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How about leaving your clothes in a pile then going for a swim? How relaxing is that? 🙂
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Nope. Just nope. 🙂
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[…] reading this post, I was reminded of a story from years ago that I completely forgot […]
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This jogged my memory back 40 years. As a little girl taking off her beautiful shoes to go on a bouncy castle and some little shit nicked them! Yet I found out the culprit was from a family with no morals. I imagine our dear Muslim friends would protect your shoes 😊 great post
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Thank you,:) although now I’m thinking of praying on a bouncy castle..
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At least I’d remember to take my shoes when I left, unlike the countless umbrellas I’ve lost through forgetting and leaving behind! As for the shoes, tying a red ribbon on them should do the trick.
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You want me to tie red ribbons on my shoes? What am I some kind of fop?
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[…] I actually left my business card at the Mosque one day […]
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I’ve never thought about it, but you’re right, what if someone else took your shoes? What if you could only find one of your shoes? Would you put up “Lost Shoe” posters? Would you clomp-step home or just go without shoes? What if everyone wore flip-flops with bare feet, and someone had foot fungus and you know how flip-flops are generic sizes, and generic colors. You’d never know you had someone else’s flip-flops until the foot fungus attacked.
Mosque shoe anxiety indeed! 😀
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This situation is more serious than I thought. We need a task force
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Oh dear god ! Flip-flop-fungus. Nooooo.
Black and grey foot shaped outlines on the waffle textured upper of the only pair left in the basket 🤢
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Great post! Nope, I wouldn’t want to take off my shoes either. Thank you for following BrewNSpew.
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