Minarets are a ubiquitous and beautiful part of Muslim culture.
After living in Turkey, I almost miss the call to prayer five times a day. It can be a little disconcerting the first few days you are in the country, but trust me you get used to it. In fact, you start to rely on it. Who needs an alarm clock?
I would say it is almost as important to go listen to what the call to prayer is going to sound like at 5:00 in the morning as it is how many bathrooms you have when looking for an apartment to rent. I’ve been lucky as far as apartments go, but I’ve stayed in some hotels where the call to prayer is nothing less than a screech and that is not how you want to wake up every morning.
My favorites, though, were traveling out on the country roads in the late afternoon, where there were villages on both sides of the road. First one call to prayer starts, and then the other does. It sounds like an echo or a contest. The soothing sounds of “Allčhu akbar” float over the fields of crops and sheep. It’s relaxing, mesmerizing.
Have you had any experiences with a Muslim call to prayer? Where? What did you think?