In December of 2008 Brian Hartenstein and family left America for an adventurous life overseas to live and work throughout Asia, raising three daughters with a sense of wonder and awe at the possibility of the world. It is now 2016 and the adventure continues back home in Oregon. This blog remains as a time capsule to that period. Thank you so much to all our friends around the world. Please stay in touch. We miss you all!
Saturday, July 6, 2013
The men lay down prayer blankets for السلاحSelah, the evening prayer.
The mosque is very full this time of year, when the Haj of EID approaches and the men are seeking what is holy.
Loud speakers carry the 'Call to Prayer' throughout the city, but here in the desert, on the outskirts of the city, the deep sonorous chants take on an ominous tone.
Men greet. Kiss. Embrace. But even though our shadows run together in the distance like long rivers across the barren earth, no one will approach me.
I like it this way. I am only here at this time, not for all time. While these Muslim men pray, I pray also, to a different God. I am with them, but only as far as the reach of sand.