Islamic
Winding through the darkened Streets. Passing brothers nod and greet. On the floor we take our seats. At Fajr Prayer at south street Algerian men they wash their feet, Tired children wake and weep, Older men with beads they keep. At Fajr prayer at South Street. Azan calls us to the floor. Iqama calls us just once more. Arabs hurry through the door. At Fajr prayer at South Street