The cold wind brushing against my revealed arms.
My black jeans block the chilly air from my legs,
But some still manages to slip through my button-down shirt.
Step by step as I approach it,
I feel the pressure of one thousand faces staring at me.
I felt a drop of sweat slowly make its way down the side of my face,
But that drop was never even there.
I kept my cool.
I remembered who was there.
I remembered who was watching.
I kept moving forward, never to face my back.
I looked up to the sky,
And I thought to myself about how fast the clouds were moving.
If they’d take me with them?
What if I mess up?
What if they hear it?
What will they say?
I lifted my arms slowly,
And see them tremble.
I try to stop it but can’t hold it in.
I put my hands on the wall and started to speak.
I said the prayer I had been studying for what felt like an eternity.
And took a deep breath in holding back the emotions
From such a precious moment
As to not cause a scene and disrupt people’s prayers.
That moment was