Guyanese are some of the most generous people when it come to donating money to build a place of worship or as Muslims call theirs "a Masjid".
In my 43 years in North America I have seen the growth of Masjid and Mandirs,exploded (this might be a bad choice of words)
The word from Canada is. Not to offend anyone but it seem the the Guyanese are Building the masjids only to have lost control to the Pakistanis. How could this be you ask,
Some of My simple answers are,and they are subject to corrections.. PLEASE DO
Masjid are not own by anyone buy is managed by an elected body.
AS much as Guyanese love to build these place of worship, it must be noted how often they attend service,
the Pakistanis on the other hand way outnumber the builders in attendance.
and when it come time for elections Guess who is voted in as the new care takers
there are Stories of Pakistani been bus in to vote.
Some things don't seem fair , and there may be and answer to this problem ,if it is a Problem .
Don't lose heart my friend I am sure the builders are Blessed every time a prayer is said in that Building
In my 43 years in North America I have seen the growth of Masjid and Mandirs,exploded (this might be a bad choice of words)
The word from Canada is. Not to offend anyone but it seem the the Guyanese are Building the masjids only to have lost control to the Pakistanis. How could this be you ask,
Some of My simple answers are,and they are subject to corrections.. PLEASE DO
Masjid are not own by anyone buy is managed by an elected body.
AS much as Guyanese love to build these place of worship, it must be noted how often they attend service,
the Pakistanis on the other hand way outnumber the builders in attendance.
and when it come time for elections Guess who is voted in as the new care takers
there are Stories of Pakistani been bus in to vote.
Some things don't seem fair , and there may be and answer to this problem ,if it is a Problem .
Don't lose heart my friend I am sure the builders are Blessed every time a prayer is said in that Building