Day Two - Dinner with Friends in Sharjah

Canadian friends hosted a party for our homecoming (well, not mine, I'm the tag-along) and they live right across from a mosque.

At the call to prayer, the bull horns on the sides of the minarets broadcast varying degrees of singing prowess throughout the area to call the faithful (men - no comment).

I heard many calls that were lovely and poetic: a softly lyrical, coaxing summons to the mosque; while others are mumbling or raspy or otherwise indecipherable as a dialogue of prayer or beckoning. Maybe sound quality depends on how much shisha is being enjoyed during one's spiritual day...

We, during the course of our evening event, experienced a couple of these calls to prayer...and these friends suffer through one of the least pleasant applications of this broadcast medium, I'd have to say, and at 5 a.m. to start the day.

All with tolerant, good humor...