POSTS
Running home
By hisham
He ran as fast as he could.
He took a new jogging route. Instead of the usual coastal front, he decided to head towards the village center.
The sun poured down its light like melted gold, silhouetting the vehicles, lampposts, trees and structures. The air was still–there was no humidity nor breeze.
He made a trail of dust on the unpaved roadside as his cross trainers struck ground.
The village was smaller than he had originally anticipated. Approaching its end, he ran back to the Spartan traffic of a Friday afternoon on Budaiya Road.
The sun took final majestic grandeur as it set in a frenzy of reds, oranges and yellows. The first call to sunset prayer was followed by another, and another. Allah u Akbar, God is the greatest, was repeated four times by the muezzins of each mosque.
Having run for exactly an hour, he paced himself, eventually standing still next to a dying palm tree. A limping dog passed nearby. Crows cawed in the distance.
He listened to the prayer calls as they came to an end, one by one, until the last muezzin uttered LÄ ilÄha illallÄh, there is no god except God.
And like every time, he came to know, one more truth, towards the Truth.