Prayer & Thunder

A brief glimpse of sunshine brought us to Aleppo’s citadel. As we emerged from the throne room, a storm rolled in. Taking shelter under the ruins of an arch, the afternoon call to prayer came from the muezzin, echoing off the ancient walls of the citadel as the rain hammered down.

Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar
Ashadu an la llah ila Allah
Ashhadu an Mohammed rasul Allah
Haya ala sa-sala
Haya ala af-fala
Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar
La llah ila Allah

The call was soon followed by a deep, roaring thunder that accompanied the storm.