tonight i left my house to run an errand stepping out ,y front door into our alleyway street. I heard a rhythmic chanting coming from the main street in front of our house and turned the corner to see noone but a couple moraccans walking home, or to a cafe. i was confused and looked at the building nextdoor to where the chanting now seemed to be coming from. all the windows and doors where open and i could see the beatiful blues of the intricate tile work. I guess i live next door to a mosque. i glanced in the door as i passed only to see cubbies filled with shoes of the devote. Their chant of "ALLAH!" over and over and over again was the only sign of life in the building yet i couldnt see anyone.
I finished my errand and was walking back 20 minutes later and they were still chanting the same word "god".
ill leave it at that. dont really know what i am writing specifically but it was an interestingly beautiful moment where a building which normally is closed up and looks like every other building was protruding light.....chant....and this spirituality and i couldnt see a soul.
i didnt have the thought at the tiume but ten minutes later now its beautiful to think about. hmm
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That's a beautiful moment you share. I'm starting to think you should follow mom's footsteps and do video as well as photography. If only you had a video camera to capture that moment; it would surely be as good as your best pictures/slides.
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