dark street

As I came home late last night, I walked down a nearby street. People sat on their balconies quietly and contently chatting after eating the meal which broke their day-long fast. In a near-by mosque a local hoca is giving "call to prayer" lessons to a group of kids. With the microphone left on so the sound fills the surrounding streets, one young boy does his best to sing a few lines of Arabic to the call's mysterious melodies while I imagine others watch on nervously waiting their turn. I go home to bed after a long day.