rs-forever's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The most beautiful moment of my life I will always rainy morning, when we awoke at the call of the prayer before the break of dawn. Far away through the rain and the blue haze that had settled over Istanbul, beyond the broken roofs with wet seagulls still asleep on them, beyond the terraces that had young people partying on them last night but now lay empty, beyond the ferries that were shuttling passengers across the Bosphorous between Beyoglu and Uskudar last night but now lay docked, beyond the empty Galata bridge that was lined with fishermen and pretzel sellers at sunset last night, we could see the silhouette of the Yeni Camii, followed by the Blue Mosque and the majestic Suleimaniye mosque, a reminder of how ephemeral our lives are, and above all how fleeting this moment was. A gentle breeze blew our way from over the Bosphorous, carrying the sound of the prayer and causing the curtains in our room to blow inwards. The call of the azaan mixed with the sound of the rain. Eventually the final verses of the azan were recited, and all the remained was the sound of rain. The sound grew heavier, and the view from the window faded away. Like a memory whose details disappear over time. How beautiful it is to witness what you know is the single most beautiful moment of your life. How sad it is to realize that the moment will pass away. 2:38 p.m. - 2014-10-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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