For the third time that day, the blue mosque filled with the holy kneeling towards a small little niche in the wall. The steep shadows engulfed its interiors. Mecca, as they all knew, lay in that direction, a not so discouraging distance away.
"God is most great! God is most great! God is most great!" The chant hung like a heavy rain across all the Islamic world. One voice, for the one God. The temples reverberated. The sunburned air flowed with each lifted praise, their eyes and minds focused solely on the unpercieveable.
Only after, did their gaze hesitate on the shadow-bound niche forever facing towards the holiest of places. Someone stirred there. Outrage, mingled with uncertain reverence, pushed a few cautiously in that direction.
[...continued next century...]