Call to Prayer

Call to prayer sings out 5 times a day. It can be beautiful. It can also be a bit hard to take at 4:30 a.m. I had more or less become used to the early morning call to prayer, and would sleep through it in Abu Dhabi. Here at my dad's though, it gets Hope and I up every time. That and the evil rooster that lives across the street. Today he decided to call his cock-a-doodle-doo at 2 a.m. and then chime in with the Imam at sunrise, too. Bird brain. Here is part of the noon call to prayer. You can hear 2 different mosques mingling. I like the bougainvillea creeping along my dad's walls. They remind me of growing up in Fresno.