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The Muezzin Caller


                        here was a town in the Levant where most of the inhabitants had not
                    Tyet converted to Islam. In this town lived a muezzin caller who was
                    cursed with the most exceptionally discordant voice. When he began the call
                    to prayer, everyone in the vicinity fled so as not to be within earshot. The

                    elders in the town were constantly pleading with the man to quit, believing
                    that, instead of calling people to prayer, he might actually be scaring them
                    away. Regardless, the man paid no heed to people’s opinions. Every day, he
                    climbed up the minaret and transmitted his ear-piercing call, sending people
                    scurrying to shield themselves from the unbearable noise.
                       One early dawn, a well-dressed man holding a tray full of sweets and
                    lit candles came to the center of the town and asked people how to fi nd the
                    muezzin. When people asked why, he said it was because the muezzin had
                    brought much comfort and calm to his household.
                       “How could his awful voice bring comfort to anyone ?” one townsperson
                    asked.
                       “I have a beautiful, delicate daughter who’s been wanting to convert to
                    Islam for some time now,” the well-dressed man replied. “We’ve been trying to
                    dissuade her, but to no avail. It’s as if love for Islam had penetrated her soul
                    and sunk its roots fi rm and deep.”
                       He took a long breath and gathered his composure, as he noticed that
                    everyone was eager to hear his story and wanted him to continue. “I was dev-
                    astated, knowing that if she changed her faith, we would lose her. I didn’t want
                    to lose my child but couldn’t fi gure out what to do!”
                       “So, what made you look for the muezzin caller?” one onlooker asked
                    impatiently.
                       “It wasn’t until she heard the muezzin that everything changed!” he said
                    with a grin on his face. “When she heard him for the fi rst time, she was sur-
                    prised, because she’d never heard such a horrible sound before. She couldn’t
                    believe that this noise was actually the Moslem call to prayer, so she asked
                    her sister, who confi rmed her worst doubts. But she still wasn’t convinced and





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