To be Fair

When the Imam coughed...

Walking down the street of chinese shops selling funeral necessities and tourist paintings and T-shirts, lie the Kampung Kling mosque. It is a white washed building with a Moorish design built during the Dutch occupation. Its tower has been facing right into my late grandparents' house, which is located at the right where a beige Unser emerged.

According to my mom, when they were small and still living in the old house, the old imam would cough in between his line of evening prayers. His cough got broadcasted right into the hall of the shop where my mom and her siblings were having dinner. My cheeky uncle claimed that the cough bacteria would be magnified hundred times and shot right out through the loudspeaker and hit him flat on his nose.

posted by Vegie @ 12:59 PM