Yesterday the 6 year old went on a school trip to a mosque. Before he left for school he came and sat on my bed.
6 year old : I’m not actually praying to Allah today, Mum
Me : I know. It’ll be interesting to look around the mosque won’t it?
6 year old : Yes, when we get to the mosque I have to wear a hat and take my shoes off.
Long pause
6 year old : Mum?
Me : Yes
6 year old : I don’t think I want to be a Christian or a Muslim, I want to be a cheetah
When he returned from school he told me nothing about the trip, until bedtime when we snuggled up. Then he told me in great detail about seeing prayer beads, the Quran, that he had to take his hat off really quickly “…for an itch, but no one saw, not even Allah”.
What he wanted to tell me most of all was about who paired up with who, in his class. He reeled off each pairing without a hitch, and then allowed himself to go to sleep … no doubt to dream about being a Cheetah who won’t actually be praying to anyone’s God today.
6 Comments on "I want to be a cheetah …"
Made me giggle – really glad I came across your blog, you write beautifully… Thank you x
Ah, thank you Hannah. You can call again
Not a CHEETAH!!! Cheetah’s never prosper!
A tiger then?
I think the boy talks sense! What a lovely story, I’ll have to share this with my Mum she’ll love it!
I hope your mum liked the story x