I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
The Middle East? No, Cardiff 1943 when dad was ten. Muslim men and children listen to the Call to Prayer in the sunshine outside entrance of the newly opened Mosque. I have never been prouder of where I am from.
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