The children are content in their father’s arms. They have their treats and are happy to be part of the excitement. The men say a prayer on their behalf. After all, they are just babies, Incapable of prayer just yet. I watch the kids from the women’s side, So innocent and carefree. How absolutely adorable they are collectively! I look at the adults surrounding me. We look sure and in charge. Yet even the oldest among us, are as powerless as the baby in its mother’s womb. I smile at the scene before me, But the view from my heart is different than my eyes. All I see,is a room full of children, praying for their father to protect them and take them home.
A Woman's Prayer