Mosque is home

Mosque is the last place I would like to spend a day at. Except, if you were at a fucking nowhere and Muslim are rare, mosque will be the first thing you want to spend your whole life at.

That's what happened to me here in Bali. After spent a couple of nights here at some mosques, I learned what truly means of being muslim, and how it feels to be minority.

We as a muslim are brothers, is not just a words but an actual practical words here. It happened, when I was first 3 days here. I was still trying to adapt. I went to a mosque, some people there ask me where I'm from, and then they gave me some foods. From deeply heart of mine, that's such a blessing.

Now I know, whenever I was in a mosque, I felt like home. Home that I always miss.