Asr

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The wind is winding up the leaves; the workers are winding up their tasks to leave, for their place of resting just like the sun which is now departing leaving the sky a bit bluer.

Birds flying everywhere, gathering food for their little ones.

And in between all of this, the Azan is called. The time to reflect on the days deeds has come. Just as the curtains fall on the day to give way to the night that brings with it calls of repentance and hymns of gratitude for the day’s blessings, time for Asr ends.

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