November 2nd, 2003

krazy kat

More homesick whining

Ramadhan in Canada... is So. Not. The. Same.
Random people in the halls at school, blatantly eating lunch in public! Blatantly!

Hey, you! What are you doing? Don't you know it's Ramadhan?
I'd like to take them to task. It's hard, at times, to restrain myself.

This is totally the part of year I miss the most. I miss wandering through the Suq in Dubai. I miss grabbing pakora from the street vendors and stuffing them, hot, into my face at Eftaar.

I miss... I miss the Maghreb call from the mosques.


And that's not just a Ramadhan thing, although it's more painful now. But dusk needs to be accompanied by the call to prayer. Ramadhan or not. When I lived in Al Ain, I used to spend many evenings on the roof of our house in Nyadat, eyes closed, listening to the harmonies from the half-dozen or so mosques within earshot.

And even when not taking time out of my day, if I was ever out at dusk and the calls started up, it would always bring a smile to my face. Both in Al Ain and in Sharjah (or Abu Dhabi, or wherever I happened to be). Maybe my favourite sound in the world? The feeling of warmth, maybe a light breeze. Dusk, darkening, darker. Reddish hues. Maybe a few birds chirping, or crickets. You can ignore the sound of the city and the traffic. And then the singing starts.

But there are no mosques here. At least, certainly none that send the call out over the whole city via loudspeaker. Dusk in Canada is Silent.

And that's just not right.



Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar...
Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar.
Ashahado an la elaheh eleh Allah...
Ashahado an la elaheh eleh Allah.
Ashahado an Mohammad rasool Allah...
Ashahado an Mohammad rasool Allah.
Hayy 'aleh salah...
Hayy 'aleh salah.
Hayy 'aleh al falah...
Hayy 'aleh al falah.
Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar.
La elaheh eleh Allah.
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