Chickens, Children, and The Call to Prayer

Chickens, children, and the call to prayer. These are the reasons I can't sleep. Nope, it's not because of deep philosophical matters. Just the practical.

The call to prayer is trumpeted from Islamic mosques five times a day. There is a mosque just down the street from my apartment which has provided me with a piercing education that one of these calls happens at dawn. Every morning. Recently, however, I have stopped waking up to the call and continue sleeping.

My neighbours next door have children, children who wake up fairly early on Saturday mornings. I believe their favourite past time is to yell. Their favourite word is "Askari." It is not unusual for them to yell this one word for a half hour straight. Other times they mix it up and yell out a song. Thankfully, with the heat of summer approaching, the kids have been retreating to the indoors.

There is no happy news about the final noise offender - the chicken. Two weeks ago this rooster wandered into my neighbourhood. I guess he decided to call it home, because he never left. Every morning at 4:30am he will make his way under my window, and let out a loud cock-a-doodle-doo. He is a defective rooster because he forgets to stop cock-a-doodle-dooing. He continues all day long. So if anybody knows a discrete way to get rid of a rooster...

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