I hear so many things about the land from my Turkish friends, but this has to be the saddest of all:
This was the call to prayer in Turkey, thanks to Mustapha Kemal Attaturk, 'Father of Modern Turkey', from the 1920's to the 1950's. For some reason, it chills my heart to the core.
It is not my adhan, that's for sure.
And thanks to him, an entire generation grew up not knowing how to read the Qur'an, or the difference between culture and Islam.
Some people punch walls. Some wallow in empty spaces. Some people become vindictive. Me? I just corner you and let my gob speak for itself. Welcome to the inner recesses of my life (sounds almost pathetic, dunnit?)