Bratislava, Slovakia 2017
"please don't do this here, go somewhere else!"
This was shouted at me from a distance when I tried to pray in the city. Knowing that there is a small population of Muslims in a mosque-less country I wondered, where are they? How do they deal with this? Since my experience left me powerless I began to question the visual physicality of the Islamic prayer in Slovakia where the religion is unnoticeable.
To incur the invisible we pray, reciting the same words, at the same time, facing the same direction. Together.