I close my eyes and put my hands together to pray. I can feel the warm stuffy air go past me.I can hear the whispering around me eagerly to open my eyes. Finally-I open them. Surrounding me thousands and thousands of people.It seemed to me like that because I had hardly reached half their height.I reached for my brothers hands.But-he’s praying.His eyes closed seeking for peace and happiness.He looks down glancing at me smiling in confusion.I whisper: Why am I praying? He looks down at me.