I was sent a link to this website and found in particular quite an entertaining crossword puzzle (notice when you type in the right word a voice keeps repeating mashallah, very good, mashallah, it sounds hillarious) surely aimed at children learning about their religion. I wish we had stuff like this growing up instead of the usual Pakistani Molvi (imam) who spoke no Swedish, sitting in some basement somewhere, repeating a mantra with no soul.
What made me most annoyed with going to the Mosque on Saturday and Sunday (mind you the only two free days of school week), was the fact that I missed Narnia, the BBC tv series, every Saturday morning!
I never forgave dad for that.
Let me tell you what we used to do; majority of kids going to the mosque were Pakistanis, with the odd exception of myself being half Swedish, and my best friend who is also half Swedish half Pakistani. Needless to say, we found each other...
This all started when I was around 5, it was the same routine every Saturday and Sunday. By the time I was 8 I had not only read out the entire Qur'an in Arabic and learnt x number of verses by heart, but to my horror, my father had published a photograph of me saying just that in the Urdu magazine Manzil, that is printed in Sweden by an enthusiastic Pakistani businessman.
Every single kid in that mosque wished they were on some other planet, and the highlight of the day, besides going home, was the break where we were given cookies and lemonade. We would have dipping contests, who could dip the cookie longest without it breaking. (That is how bored we were...)