So the masjid I go to tends to be filled with older folk more so than younger types. Particularly on Sunday's for Duhr when I'm still around following a random class that the masjid offers.

Anyways, Duhr rolled around and the Imam wasn't there, so one of the older guys in my class made the call to prayer and then lead the twenty or so of us in prayer.

Poor guy probably had a bad back... or... he was just old... so whenever he prostrated himself he'd be like "Allaaa--argh--hu akbar".

Rarely have I smiled so much through four raka'ats of prayer.