Friday prayer is the time where we could see the strength of Muslim. How everyone would stop doing their everyday routine and walking towards the same place. Some with sejadah on his shoulder, some with turban, some with their crocs and some with a red punk hair. It's always a great feeling looking at the huge crowd and remembering yourself that you are part of them, their brothers and deep inside us we always pray that they have the same tauhid that would stand strong and offer their helping hands whenever you need them. When I was completing my matriculation phase 10 years ago (uishh..tua nya skang), the mosque where we performed our Friday prayer is around 2KM from our college. The distance was not actually the issue, but the terrain was. The mosque is located uphill where you really need to tilt your body upfront to balance yourselves and walking up the hill a little bit easier. During those days, most of us managed to develop a nice leg muscle by walking there every Friday ...