this morning i'm awoken before the sun by a chanting muezzin from the nearby mosque. at first the sound drifts through my dreams and i'm confused by this latest addition to my brain's adventures.. until gradually the fabric of the dream starts to fall away and i'm left awake in bed listening to the vibrations of his voice filtering through our curtains. it's beautiful. just another reminder that we really are in a foreign place.. i imagine the faithful making their way down to the mosque, rousing themselves so early every morning to worship. surprisingly enough, i'm not annoyed by the awakening but instead listen drowsily with a smile on my face until i drift off again..
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