The Call to Prayer

As The Call rings out over Bangladesh, something tells me that the Imam from Naora Mosque must be off sick. The usual guy is normally fairly dull, calling the local Muslims to the mosque in an almost lacklustre fashion. His Allah-o-akbars tend to blend in to each other, although he is able to hold at least some sort of tune, so I manage to feel a sense of warmth and community when I hear it.

The substitute Imam does the exact opposite – he calls with so much gusto that even I feel inspired to go to the mosque, and he is terribly out of tune. An awful combination and, to add insult to injury, his call to prayer sounds as if someone has put a microphone up to the mouth of a dying cat.