Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Waiting for the Azan - Fes


The sun sets very slowly today
Patience
What is there to do after
Ablution?
Watch a little girl play among the men in the courtyard
She is still too young to get cloistered up with the other women in the small cramped prayer room by the entrance of the mosque
She plays in the water
She giggles
She squeals
She rolls on the carpet
She holds her loving father's hand
A cool breeze blows now announcing the setting sun
Waiting for the Azan
Men talk
Take pictures of each other like tourists
Why not?
It is after all the oldest Mosque in Morocco
They roll up their pants and wash themselves
Outside in the Bazars its sell sell buy buy
Inside I'm still waiting for the Azan
My stomach grumbles
I have stumbled from one mosque to another
No food yet today
at least not the kind that drips down your lips
The only food here is patience
I'm tempted to ask a man slitting next to me at what time is the call to prayer?r
He stands up and walks away saving me from having lost desert
The only food here is patience

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