My Dad’s uncle passed away and he was Muslim. I didn’t know what the funeral would really be like but my dad asked me to go with him. I was wondering why the funeral had to be so soon. He said the body had to be buried in like 24 hours so I thought that was different from what I was used to. When I got there, he was in a wooden box but I never looked at the body because I am scared of dead bodies.  So when the ceremony started they said normal things you would say at a funeral.  Then the Imam asked all the Muslims to come up and pray over the body. They said these chants over and over again. I didn’t really understand what they meant but I just started crying. After the ceremony, was over we went to the cemetery. They put the body on the ground the faced him towards the east and took him out of the box then all the Muslim men covered him in the dirt. I started crying again but my dad said to me this is the way he wanted to go and that he wanted to be put on the ground and be natural. This experience really stuck with me and it really opened my eyes to another religion.