Usman’s parents can only afford to send their fifth son to a local madrassa. It is not as crowded as the state school. Dressed modestly, Usman attends every day but Saturday.
They all sit in clusters of boys or girls on vinyl mats reciting from the Qurans laying before them on bookstands. Each child owns a chalkboard for writing Quranic texts in Arabic. The imam and his assistants walk around with canes to enforce submission to the routines.
At lunch time Usman joins the boys begging with bowls in the streets, said to be in imitation of Muhammad who was once a poor orphan boy. A second adjacent classroom houses older boys studying Sharia law, conservative theology, and Islamic history.
Usman’s older brother Uthman’s madrassa is led by an imam who is very vocal in condemning local politics. Much of the course content for the upper madrassa levels is very political. Their parents hope Usman will graduate to this higher level and become an imam, but Usman dreams of going to state school and getting a permanent clerical job with the government.