Four Days in a Muslim Home

Four Days in a Muslim Home

My dad, in a Facebook message sent from 5,530 miles away: “How do you feel?” Me, typing from my bed in the corner of a crowded room in Morocco, window open to hear the call to prayer that would wake me up to see the sun rise: “I have never met a more devoted, kind,...

Islamic Call to Prayer

As twilight covers the warm stone walls, an otherworldly green light appears on a minaret amidst the rooftops. Soon another light appears. And another. Before long the cityscape is dotted with green, and the Islamic call to prayer begins to echo through the streets,...