Reflections from Opposite Shores
Tuesday, November 20, 2001
Over the past few years, the barren hill has been transformed into an island surrounded by water. The remote area was once filled by the sounds of domestic or farm animals and the sweet chirps and twitters of birds. But that afternoon, a different kind of sound filled the air: the serene strains of prayers. People sitting cross-legged on mats reading tahlil (repeated recitation of confession of the Muslim faith) and salawat (short prayers con
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