The call to prayer sounds over the surrounding buildings, drifting from this mosque, and then that, and then another, fading one into the other and singing at once. A cool breeze smelling of rain, cars, and food: spices, frying fish, happily eating people. The flit of birds, their warbling call. The warbling chant of the prayer. Colorful mosaic of broken tile spreading forth and fading into dusk, the clatter of silverware and dishes from afar. -- They are breaking fast. -- A fading orange sky and heavy rain clouds hang above distant barking and immediate bleating. The prayers fade as well, and the flapping laundry, once bright orange and green, looks grey. Afternoon sweat clings coolly in the evening, and one more day of Ramadan has passed from hunger into contentedness.
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