My ears... oh my ears!
Well, it’s Friday again, and we all know what that means – well, for me anyway. It means the mosque near my house will turn on its loudspeakers at full volume and line up a bunch of little kids who’ll take turns shouting naats
out to the rest of the world in scratchy, brass voices. The assault has started here and it’s relentless. One kid gets off, and another comes on. The voices range from exuberant to mournful, but in all cases, and I mean ALL cases, the product is nothing but noise pollution. I don’t see the spirituality in this exercise.