RIC Journal

fajr is quiet like dusk. a peaceful pause between one time and the other. she rose to say her namaz, the muslim prayer at that quiet time when dawn is about to tear the skies aside and begin the wondrous rapture.

turning the water faucet she heard the call for prayer, “hayya allalflah ” come to flah. she wondered if god was calling man to flah or warning him. flah means a lot of things but here it is taken in its stringent meaning of betterment. linguistics is not an easy terrain to venture into; holding in it the possibility of both misunderstanding and being misunderstood. perhaps god and man never did understand each other even when he sent scriptures and signs. language failed both the communicator and the communicated.

she let the water cleanse her arms and let the droplets fall one after the other from the tip of…

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