Every morning when I am in the kitchen brewing the dark brown elixir of life, I can hear from a mosque somewhere in the distance the call to prayers. In the otherwise silent and dark morning, the sing-song call is such a soothing sound. Like all is well with the world.
Some Migrants Are ‘Not People’
Some Migrants Are ‘Not People’
Some Migrants Are ‘Not People’
Every morning when I am in the kitchen brewing the dark brown elixir of life, I can hear from a mosque somewhere in the distance the call to prayers. In the otherwise silent and dark morning, the sing-song call is such a soothing sound. Like all is well with the world.