The Love of the Ghetto
<p>I toss and turn. The call to prayer calls through the valley, rounding up the believers with an ethereal majesty. A coagulating chorus:</p>
<p>Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar.</p>
<p>Allāhu akbar, Allah, Ash-hadu an-lā ilāha illā allāh, Ash-hadu anna Mohamadan-Rasul ullāh…</p>
<p>It’s hypnotic. I’m an apostate. Even I am compelled to pray. An impending doom. The end is coming. I am invited.</p>
<p>This is my unearthly alarm clock. My elderly neighbour proudly says with the piety of a lifelong believer, “This is god’s alarm clock. Prayer is more important than sleep.”</p>
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