I was on my way home today, and the metro was late. Next to me on the bench was a man reading from a beautifull pocket Koran. Atleast, I assume it was a Koran, it a small, leatherpound book with arabic script on the cover in gold, and a beautifull design in more gold.
He was so quit, I don’t think anyone else heard him, but I was right next to him, and could here him chanting, almost under his breath. I don’t speak arabic, but whatever he was reading, it had a soothinig, sing-songy quality. It made me smile.
So, anyway, thank you Koran-dude. You brightened an otherwise boring wait.