One of the great joys and blessings of living in a Muslim country is hearing the call to prayer, the adhan, 5 times a day. There are some mornings when, tired and sleepy, I admit that the pre-dawn call to fajr is not so enthusiastically received. But one morning was different.
One morning I awoke. I listened, and I smiled.
There was a substitute for the regular muezzin who always makes the call to prayer. On one single morning, it sounded as if Darth Vader was calling me to worship Allah. How could I refuse?
One morning I awoke. I listened, and I smiled.
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