I was sitting enjoying a quiet beer of the Orient Hostel (see accomodation entry), enjoying the sunshine, when a smooth wailing melody was broadcast over the city.
I stopped and listened.
Having never visited a Muslim country before, I had only read about the call which happens every day. I was instantly transfixed, as were many others, judging by their lack of movement.
The speakers of the Blue Mosque boomed as a lone voice moved up and down; a Gregorian Chant is the closest thing I can associate it to. Then another was heard, this time coming from a mosque about 50 metres down the road. Finally a third was added to this medley from an unsighted mosque in the Sultanahmet area.
It seemed a good time for relection to me. Perhaps it was the thought of sitting in a strange, beautiful country, experiencing something like this for the first time, but I was very moved.
The men's voices continued together, dissonant, but strangely harmonic. Then, one by one, came to a halt and I was left to comtemplate the silence that was left.
To hear an example, though not quite as emotive as the real thing, go to www.hostels.com/orienthostel then click on 'Our Facilities' where you will find the link.