Hubris and prayer
4am - I am driven out of bed by thoughts of my week of hubris. Confidence in my abilities to judge right and wrong led me into errors. Reflection - Why? And what am I going to do about it?
The imam gives the first call to prayer of this new day.
I hear a hear a door open and close. My neighbor below, the one who helped me get the groceries upstairs, is heading off to prayer. I hear the purr of his small car as it pulls away.
A wry smile crosses my lips.
The prayers broadcast from the minaret come and go. Sometimes insistent. Sometimes humbly. Time to return to bed. Tomorrow is a new day.
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