As I walk upstairs the same smells greet me from when I was but a girl. Memories of my time in a pleated skirt, white blouse and most likely pink or white hijab. I can see my friends and I giggling in sujood while Anse (teacher) reprimanded us later.
I also recall:
The trailer classrooms and how I used to think there were most likely tarantulas under there.
The silver cluttered wudu wash station.
Today she travels here as a revised woman who giggles in prayer no longer. She goes through the motions of preparing for prayer in the same spaces but with a reinterpretation of the world around her, with an appreciation and deep pursuit to understand the Natural, with the Natural before her.