The call for the pray wakes me up every morning at 5 a.m. The voice from the Mosque does not annoy me. That’s strange, because I don’t usually want to be disturbed in my sleep.
The chant in Arabic somehow comforts me.
I’m not a religious person -in fact I have a bad habit of disbelieving everything- and I’m sure not to get any mysterious or euphoric sensation listening to the prayers in the dim morning light of my bedroom.
I should be irritated by the shriek and scream in a language I don’t understand, but I’m not. It makes me feel safe to know that somewhere there are people, who are awake at the same time as I am.
I’m not alone.
Maybe there’s someone next door who unrolls his mat and kneels to a prayer. Someone whose mumble will lull me to sleep again.
Or maybe not. My room is in a hotel and probably the sixteen years old English blonde is crying in her sleep, that’s more likely. She’s been drinking beer all day with her mum and when I last saw them before retiring to my room, they hugged each other and the waitresses in the hotel bar. Mum and daughter, both drunk in their miniskirts and tight blouses, printed “don’t touch” on the breast and “cheeky” on the bottoms of their way too shirt skirts.
The thought of them snoring bottoms up doesn’t comfort me as much as the sound from the Mosque. I concentrate on the incomprehensible, monotonous pray and fall asleep.
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On the holiday, in the some far away country, where everybody is a stranger, you got the sleep you needed.
Many, almost everyone of the colleaques visiting somewhere, just anywhere, told how they slept. Free from worries. Maybe that is what makes it worth travelling.
Why that view of those two women looks somewhat surreal?
Nau she´s already an Al-Qaida, maybe 'the holiday' was those shiny musulman bricks in her wall, eh! Oh, Lard, no peace on earth anymore, nau she terrorizes us both finish and inglis!! - Allah, have merci on us, shoot that shootenanny, cuz you can´t shut ups hör!
I believe you're right, Isopeikko. A mind without worries gives you a peaceful sleep and usually you have no worries on holidays.
Mikko, maybe because they are English...:)) Don't know, drunken black-root blondes in mini-skirts are quite surrealistic.
Reiska, insallah, if that is to be. No use resisting:))
Welcome back! (I have seen those mini skirts, often drunk, walking around in places where other people usually pray, the same with hanging - or not hanging - breasts eating and drinking where other people go for a quick lunch before returning to work. And I am happy that mini skirts and bare breasts, even manly ones, are not more allowed everywhere, because they are not always beautiful to look at, especially when they are tipsy.)
Yes, HPY, it's not a beautiful sight. Mini-skirts fit in a bar, in a night club, tipsiness also.
Thank you for welcoming me back!
No use to thank me, fuck!! Y enjoy that fucking minaret cockoo, yea, but it´s becuz y don´t know what really is happening, do you Mrs. Jones? Y walk into the room.. that´s another story... but in minarets they castrate young boys, five times a day, that´s the sound, later they are sold, not the sounds, but the boys, to some fucking choirs or sent to VAT 69... to wank pope & his cardinal sins... see, y r this much wiser nau.
Oh, thanks Reiska for enlightening me, I can honestly feel the wisdom of your words oozing in my veins! Oh, but no! I was wrong, it's diarre!!!!!
Eh, your stomach pumps yer blood, never heard before, y must bee sam kind of alien. No, there aint a river called Diarrhea, there is Rhea but it´s old Volga - fuck, you think y are mother Russia, what have y smoked, crack, coca or grass?
Been smoking the pipe of peace, you should try it sometime, too...
Allah är stor och den enda GUD som finns!
Ja, i alla fall för muslimer, Hogrelius.
This picture annoys me, fuck, do you have four eyes, and i dönt count those i.e. asshole and cunt?
And think if everyone of my eyes will give you the bad eye...mal ojo for example or hamsa...
What the fucking ojo? My erection aka ojo is OK.
OK?
Oh yeah, I can well believe that, hahhah.
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