Five times a day there is a call to prayer.  Loudspeakers blare across the entire city letting Muslim worshippers know that it is time to pray.

We were outside the blue mosque at noon when one of these calls went out. 

The call to prayer is a man singing in Arabic.  The song echoing across the city is hauntingly beautiful and somehow to us it sounded full of pain and longing.   It really is powerful to hear. 

It is amazing how different Turkey is from where we live — how foreign and strange.   But foreign and strange is not a bad thing, I am glad we are able to experience this at least for a week!