(As Nabiollah, written by his translator)
It was very strange coming to Cairo. Everything was so big and crowded, but the Imams welcomed me and I felt relaxed. I was originally nervous, being one the youngest competitors, but once I started to recite I felt calm. When I closed my eyes, I could go through every passage in front of the judges, and it felt normal to recite in front of the President.
I hope third place is good enough to go to the school in the capital my dad likes. I know how much he wants he to get an education. I would like to too, and be able to write so I won't need a translator to write this for me. Then I could also learn the Tajweed. I wish my teacher had taught us that since he spent his time only teaching the Koran. My father made great sacrifices to put me in that school to learn the Koran, and I could tell he was upset I hadn't learned anything else.
Maybe one day I'll go back and compete again, once I know the Tajweed and my feet will touch the ground when I sit in the chair.
-Nabiollah
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