Just at the afternoon adhan today, I was out walking in the neighborhood near my office, searching for
candy a nutritious snack to carry me through four hours of back-to-back meetings.
I am struck always, in Abu Dhabi, by the juxtaposition of glassy office towers against the ancient worlds summoned up in the call to prayer, the way the modern quite literally bumps up against the old.
I am struck too by the dailiness of religious practice, which I suppose to someone with a strong faith (in any tradition) would not be at all striking. I don’t mean “daily” in the sense of praying every day (although of course people do, and five times a day, to boot), but in the sense of being ordinary, comforting, homely: the trusting pile of scuffed shoes waiting outside the plain door of the mosque.
I am in awe of it.
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I don’t know much about Islam but I have to say I’m happy to be seeing Islam practiced in a way that is radically different than much of what gets presented in Western media.