I created this blog when I was still living in West Africa. I envisioned an open forum where I could post my experiences, reach the masses and receive infinite feedback. Or, at the very least, get some stuff off my chest. Feel free to do the same.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Temple of My Familiar
The oldest mosque in Kaedi, a regional capital in southern Mauritania. Mosques are a focal point of Mauritnanian culture and livelihood. Five times a day an Iman,
a Muslim holy man, leads the community in prayer call which summons
worshippers by loud speaker. In my village, my host father is an Iman and every morning I awake to the first prayer call of the day at 5:30 in the morning. Often times the Iman will disclose local happenings which serves as some villagers' only source of news within and outside their communities. After all, Mauritanian is an Islamic Republic. No separation between church and state. Everybody born here must be Muslim. It's the law.
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