so it's the holidays and after fasting i go around to the different prayer houses to see what they have to eat and see some friends. most of my friends are married have children have a job have a life to live. it's not the same as before. people change. they are more busy, they look tired and worn out they can't wait to get this life over with and move on. it's not that bad they still love life but it's exhausting. yep it's a struggle, this is planet bloodshed.
almost every prayer house i go to has a problem with the shoe area and keeping socks clean. today before sunset i got ready early to go eat in the prayer house because i was really hungry i only had a bite to eat the day before so i was really looking forward to breaking fast with some spicy indian food.
i saw someone coughing and sneezing on his way to the prayer house walking up the pavement and fully blowing his nose into a napkin then on purpose he held the napkin in the palm of his left hand and firmly grabbed the door handle and went inside. the handle was wet and glossy, you could see the shine on it. i don't think he was a member, some non members always come to eat, there are a lot of them.
there are people who come to the prayer houses specifically to cause mischief, we have no security. they have the poor women locked away in the basement or in the back divided you don't know what's going on.
this was on the first week of the holidays, i saw someone step in some junky puke just outside and go inside staining the carpet area where people walk barefeet.

