The Call To Prayer

He lies awake sensing the moment is near, he summarily dresses, the weathered stairs carry him upwards, as they have done for many years. A gentle breeze greets him as he emerges, he marvels at the serenity below, waiting, peaceful. And as the night is torn by the first ray of light, his heart fills with grace, elated atop his tower, he voices out into the obscurity, the valley resonating with love as he calls for his brothers to awaken to the light... Allahu Akbar.

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