Songs of farewell

The last days in any one place, one is inclined to romanticize things.

But never forget “one man’s joy is another man’s torment”. It seems that the Chatib (in some places one calls them muezzins, the ones who call the faith to prayers) of the little mosque nearby is not calling for night and morning prayers as he used to. Maybe someone made a generous donation to the mosque to shut them up.

We did not sleep much the last couple of days in our little paradise in Lebak Bulus IV, No.9 C. In the past we used to struggle against the sound of the Chatib keeping us awake. Nonetheless, we long for the farewell signals of the call to prayer as we lie awake wondering about the life to come.

Our little mosque

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