At specific times and intervals, I surmise, loud voice emanates from loud speakers from the mosque. It is rather musical; it does not bother me. I have heard male voices only, I guess the priest (if that is who sings these out) is always male. I do not know what the rules are for these prayer rituals.
But it is clear, this voice, this sound, holds supreme in the public life of this city and perhaps nation. It is meant to be loud; audible to the citizens of this city, louder than the cacophony of this densely populated land.
Do the citizens of this city value this sound? Or are they just used to it? Do they demand it? Is there any one who is bothered by it and wants it go away? These are some of the questions that come to mind.
What of those people who are not religious? Or what of those people whose identity is not primarily religious?
What is it like living in a daily dominance of religion? Even if it is a religion you are born to and ascribe to?
But it is clear, this voice, this sound, holds supreme in the public life of this city and perhaps nation. It is meant to be loud; audible to the citizens of this city, louder than the cacophony of this densely populated land.
Do the citizens of this city value this sound? Or are they just used to it? Do they demand it? Is there any one who is bothered by it and wants it go away? These are some of the questions that come to mind.
What of those people who are not religious? Or what of those people whose identity is not primarily religious?
What is it like living in a daily dominance of religion? Even if it is a religion you are born to and ascribe to?
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