Childhood lesson- What's in a prayer?

After I was born, my family moved to Maldives. Now... Maldives is a 100% Islamic island nation. I grew up around people who were practicing Islam. I heard "namaz" everyday... I saw my neighbor kids reading their Quran and praying... We had assembly at school everyday, raised Maldives flag and a kid always said the holy prayer... So it's natural that I end up memorizing the prayer no?I was always hanging out with my neighbor kids cuz they were around my age. They were willing to teach me about their culture... I would join them when they had their evening Quran readings... I would have a handkerchief on my head and listen to what they read, though I do not understand Arabic. One day... my aunt happens to catch me in the act of it, and grabbed me outta there and took me back my place. It happened when I was 7... 20 years ago... Even though I've forgotten many of the details, I clearly remember she wasn't happy that I was doing all these heebie jeebie stuff like my neighbor kids. I didn't really see a point on her getting upset. I knew very well what my religion was... and was more intrigued by Christianity since there were no churches in Maldives... I loved to hear stories about Jesus, so naturally I was infatuated with church and everything that came with it. But when my aunt yanked me outta that place... It made me wonder... what did I do wrong?What's in a prayer...? Why does it matter whether it's in Tamil, Arabic or English? It's going to blend into the same air whether you say it or I say it, whether it's said in Latin or French.Too bad little shit events like that makes you stray away what you were infatuated with in the first place eh...?