Blasphemy
Every Friday night, an El Shaddai prayer meeting is held a few meters away from my shop, in a basketball court. How appropriate. I never get to see the actual prayer meeting because (1) I really don't go out of my shop till after closing, and (2) I don't wanna sin more than I already do. I only know about it because Niko 's parents are in-charge of it, and because they use a booming sound system that it's impossible not to hear them even if you close your doors and windows. I have nothing against their faith. I don't even care about a person's religion at all. I've even been invited and attended a grand El Shaddai prayer rally in Ninoy Aquino Football Field when I was in grade 5. I was there for the fun of it, because most of my friends went, too. We played, we ate, we slept, while Bro. Mike calls for miracles. And I can vividly recall how one mother pulled on the hair of her daughter while muttering curses at her just because she accidentally knocked over t...