Riiiiiiiinnggggg,,,bell had rung. I saw my watch. 11.45. Students cleaned their table. I looked outside.

"Hmm,,time for dzuhur" I told myself.

Mosque of my town had called for several minutes ago. Late to the mosque again since the schedule had changed many times.

" Alright everybody time's up. Please submit the books on my desk"

"Do not revise your answer!"

" We continue the next session on Wednesday, right?"

"Alright...moom,," they replied me impatiently. I knew they had been so hungry. It was their second break. I went downstairs. Thinking everything in my mind during this year.

"Ah,,,pray first."

I went ahead to the administration office. I took water in restroom, so cool. Three times model of wudhu made me fresh and cool down feeling inside my heart. I looked at my face on a mirror near musholla. I smiled by myself.

"Hurry up!" a voice in my head warned me to rush going to the mosque.

After finishing my hijab I went out to the mosque. There was such a joy to spend some time praying dzuhur in a mosque. I walked silently and calmly. I was a solitaire, I thought.

Just two minutes more or less the school to the mosque, and the sun was so friendly made me frawning avoiding its light. I heard that the imam had done the dzikir and du'a.

"Hufftt,,late again." I told myself. I did mysholat alone. Four rakaat seemed so short when the day was so hot liked today. I sat still doing mydzikir and daily du'a. I saw my watch again,,,,

"ah second has finished"

" I should finish the report."

I didn't know a couple of eyes stared at me for some momentum.