Sierra Leone part 13

Wednesday, November 17, 2010 – 7:30 pm

I just came in from a couple of minutes watching the lightning. Now the rain has started. In addition, the mulah is speaking. The loudspeaker must be pointed right at our floor. I can see the mosque from my balcony. Every morning at 5:00, the mulah speaks. It has been 13 years since the last time I heard him. Though it is saddening to hear him because I know so many are caught in the darkness of the muslim religion, he takes me back to a different time and place — that of my childhood. Pakistan. I am reminded of my childhood days in that distant land. Yesterday, we passed a blue-colored goat on our way to the center. He was tied up. Eid is a major holiday for the muslims, and last night they apparently had a feast after a day of fasting. I was reminded of being in our flat in Karachi and hearing a goat being slaughtered down below. For days afterwards, the streets were lined with carcasses and blood. Yesterday I was in a place where I didn’t hear any slaughtering, but I’m sure it happened. All because of the darkness of people’s hearts. Oh that the light would shine there.

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