Every morning, before the sun rose, when the world was still wrapped in the embrace of sleep and the solitary Venus star twinkled in the eastern sky, his melodious voice would float in with the gentle morning breeze and wake me up. Every day, his sweet, soaring call would seep through my window and ring in my ears. Lying in bed, I would listen: Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar Ashhaduan la ilahailla Allah...
Every morning, before the sun rose, when the world was still wrapped in the embrace of sleep and the solitary Venus star twinkled in the eastern sky, his melodious voice would float in with the gentle morning breeze and wake me up.<br /> <br /> Every day, his sweet, soaring call would seep through my window and ring in my ears. Lying in bed, I would listen:<br /> <br /> Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar<br /> <br /> Ashhaduan la ilahailla Allah...<br /> <br /> I heard it every day.<br /> <br /> The extraordinary sweetness of his voice and the genuine devotion in it touched my heart. It move...
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