"I stand forcibly still, resisting the city hustle and bustle like a swimmer treading water, trying to bottle my memories up and keep them forever.
And then the wave breaks.
A voice sounds, melodic and clear, from the minaret above me. It grows steadily louder as the nearby voices join it, until it gains strength enough to surround me. The call to prayer breaks like a wave over my head, leaving me powerless to resist. I am submerged.
Under the wave, it is calm. I am suddenly aware of myself, my face upturned to the sapphire, my blue hijab blowing around my shoulders, and my black skirt swishing around my ankles as my steps lead me into the mosque."