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Everybody looked very cheerful and benevolent. It felt like one big family gathering. We entered the synagogue and there were plush chairs and carpet embellished with nature like colors and leaf designs. The roof was high, there was a lot of light, gold accents, a stained glass window, wooden beams that were exposed, as well as a wooden bureau, which housed the Torah. There were also candles and podium/table from which the rabbi spoke.

Since then I have returned many times, just to enjoy this exhibit. Walking through the Temple of Dendur is a unique experience since it sits on a marble platform surrounded by water. The temple is especially impressive at night when no light can shine through the windows. Only the temple and its sculptures are illuminated. A sense of mystery surrounds visitors, especially those of us who have been fortunate enough to visit the pyramids in our native land. In fact, viewing the sarcophagus, sculptures, and paintings gives me a sense of nostalgia and pride in the magnificent artwork created by my ancestors.

His daughter-in-law, the wife of Phinehas, was pregnant and near the time of delivery. When she heard the news that the ark of Hesham had been captured and that her father-in-law and her husband were dead, she went into labor and gave birth, but was overcome by her labor pains. As she was dying, the women attending her said, “Donʼt despair; you have given birth to a son.” But she did not respond or pay any attention.

This is interesting because they Muslims go there to pray and what happened is the Muslim started to pray then a christian came up and grabbed him and yelled “this is the way you face to pray”

This is an orchard in which people and children can go and pick fruits directly from the tree. While driving to the orchard, I saw a lot beautiful and enormous buildings. I even saw a mosque on my way to the orchard. The mosque was big, white and beautiful. I saw a lot of people in Muslims clothing walking in and out of the mosque. When we arrived at the Heartland Orchard, it was such a beautiful scene. The weather was very clear, calm and nice. While walking to the gate of the orchard with my family, I saw lots of big spacious trees, beautiful flowers and delicious looking fruits. My family, Pam and John and myself went into a building, where we were given buckets to collect our apples in. Then we were direct by a lady toward the orchard. While we were walking through the orchard, I was so amazed by the trees, flowers and the delicious red apples. I felt so good being in nature that day. I pick almost 60 apples while going through the orchard. I also ate so many apples that I vomited when I got home that day. I have to admit that even though I had a stomach ache at the end day, it was still one of the most adventurous day I had in my life.

When we had first arrived at the church, I found it was in an odd location. The building connects with a Crossfit gym, that is between two other buildings. As we entered an old man held the door for the three of us and welcomed us. We walked in, having two other gentlemen welcoming us and referring to us as ladies. The room was a lot smaller than I had expected. There was around twenty people at the meeting. We sat in the fifth or sixth row. The front of the room is where the pulpit stood, which is where the pastor taught. There was also a table with the word “Remember” engraved in it. On the table sat two plates for money donations. I looked around the room and noticed all the posters on the walls. Many of them reference the crucifixion of Christ, with a scripture on it. The room had fake plants everywhere! They were on the ground, hanging on the walls, etc. It was to invite spring into the

In 3015, an archeologist named Bob was digging around in a place that used to be called The Kingdom of Bowling Green. Bob was about 20 ft. under ground when he came across something really tough. He thought it was something important so he used a hammer and smashed through it. He came upon what he thought was a worshiping temple. He thought it was one because there was a prayer room (2). Also, it had a sacrifice chair (3), a wooden box to lay sacrificed bodies on top of(4), a smaller wooden box with religious books of many different sizes and scented oils to attract the gods(5), a throne for the priests and religious leaders (6) and a holder for the priest's robes(7).

room and told me to put my shoes and coat on. Instinctively, I went to

Upon entering the synagogue, I was directed to the women’s section of the synagogue and obtained a copy of the Torah and The Siddur. Throughout the service, I was able to follow along in both texts, since they contained English translations and the page numbers were displayed on the wall. While waiting for the service to begin, I observed the men wrapping the tallit, or prayer shawl, around themselves. I also observed the detailed design and coloring of the Parochet, which covers the Ark, where the Torah is kept.

Ritual Description For my ritual observation I took part in a Jodo Buddhist Sunday service at *******. The temple visited is located in West Los Angele. As I entered the temple I was immediately greeted by a woman and her husband. I explained my reasoning for attending the service, and they were happy to guide me through the service step by step.

On Sunday, September 8, 2013, I visited the Wat Buddharangsi Buddhist temple of Miami in Homestead. Every Sunday, they present a meditation service in English for two hours from three to five in the afternoon. Once I parked, the place of ritual was conveniently located across the parking lot. There was a shoe rack outside of the temple. Before I came to this temple, I read the guidelines from their website. The requirements for new guests are to remove your shoes before entering inside. Therefore, when I saw the shoe rack, I was not in shock. I was relieved to see that the temple provided a neat spot to place shoes rather than having them scattered on the floor.

As I took off my shoes before entering the main temple before the first worship session began, I began to feel a sense of peace within myself as well those that were attending the worship session. Inside the main temple was a huge statue of Buddha surrounded with white silhouettes of the Lotus flower, which seems to be the symbol of peace. Tens of incense jars filled with sand litter the alter the room. The room smelled like incense, pleasant and peaceful. There were twenty rows of small cushions that were used for kneeling and sitting, and twenty rows of small raised shelves that were used for holding the prayers that were going to be recited during that session. People were filling the room really quickly, and seats were being taken

On February 10, 2017 at approximately 12:30 p.m.. I visited the women’s clothing retailer store, Garage. What lead me to go into this store was the fact that I was at the Deptford Mall doing some shopping. This type of service was a lean interpersonal service. The exterior of the store simply has a big pink sign that says “Garage.” As you walk into the interior of the store it gets darker and there is music playing. The layout of the store is very simple and everything is easy to find. Although the servicescape is nice, I was extremely dissatisfied with this service encounter from the beginning. As I walked into this store, I was not greeted by an employee and there were no employees in sight. My attitude changed from being happy to shop,

Mayamma, the old caretaker-cum-governess-cum-cook at Mahesh’s house, lived all her life satisfying others. Married at twelve to a useless gambler who came to her every night, “his large hairy thighs rough and heaving on her” (80), she knew no happiness in marriage. When two years of marriage brought forth no child, she incurred the wrath of her mother-in-law, did penance to change the course of her life, invoked the names of all the gods and goddesses in the Hindu pantheon, till she finally gave birth to a male child. Eight years later her husband worn into middle age, with dissipated excess, disappeared taking with him all the money in the house. Though Mayamma never saw him again, she found his replica in their son. A wastrel from birth, he threatened and cursed and even beat his mother till he finally caught fever and died: “The day he died, Mayamma wept as she had not done for years. She wept for her youth, her husband, the culmination of a life’s handiwork: now all these had been snatched form her” (82). On that day leaving behind her home forever, Mayamma came to Parvatiamma’s-Mahesh’s mother-house and stayed on to tend to the kitchen and

When I first entered the main worship room, I saw three women walking around the gods in clockwise motion. This clockwise motion is called Pradakshina, a form of worship that represents the fact that god is the center of everything and everyone else surrounds him. There were several gods in the room, each stored in their own window. Many people ranging from old to young kept going up to each god and doing their own prayers. I observed that the prayers were performed in a special way. You had to put your two hands together, close your eyes and pray to that specific God. I couldn’t understand the prayers they were reciting because they were saying it in language.