My day in the village and a little bit about our muslim traditions

Hey, yesterday I promised to tell you why we invited so many guests. I’ll try to explain it shortly. One year ago, my grandmother passed away, and today was the anniversary of that day. In Muslim tradition, after someone passes away, the family gathers on the 3rd, 7th, and 40th days, and again after one year. That’s why we invited our close relatives, neighbors, and friends.

Today everything went well: all the guests arrived, and the weather was pretty nice. Before they came, I took a photo of our tables. We set up two big tables in the large hall at home—one for men and one for women. Each table could seat about twenty people comfortably. We separated the tables because when the Mullah says the dua (prayer), men and women should sit apart. Well, I don’t want to go too deep into traditions here, so I’ll just continue describing my day.

While the Mullah prayed and gave a sermon to the guests, I went for a walk. As I’ve already said, I usually walk near the river, and this walk was no different. I walked for about two hours and covered six kilometers. To track it, I used my Mi Band 8, which worked very well. It even mapped my route and synced it with my phone.

When I came back home, the Mullah had already left, and some guests had too. But most of the close relatives stayed and continued talking about life. When they saw me, they said, ‘Oh, the foreign guy has arrived!’ They said this because they knew I had been on my trip for about four months. After that, they started asking me questions: ‘Where have you been?’, ‘Which countries or cities did you visit?’, and ‘Which country or city did you like the most?’ That conversation went on for about two hours. I was happy to talk about each country while I still remembered everything.