Prayer Time

A 95 year old man makes the call to prayer at the mosque closest to my current residence, about 50 feet up the road. His prayer is painful, you're begging for it to end before he dies and the last breath gurgles out of his throat. While he gasps and wheezes his way through the ritual, the other calls to prayer echo out across the city, fading in and out like twisted backup singers. It's eerie and I'm glad it's only 5 times a day.