Truly good listening here currently, Gabby, this crew really getting somewheres. Get yrself some of it in the next day/two, a ML specialist like yerself has a gap in the acquaintance if you don have this in yr knowing. Plenty sincere, strong voices. Lucky people, they'll all come away the better for it tonight and sleep well. Only thing I can compare it to is the male yeshiva boys evenings in St. Kilda, Melbourne, more raucous in that case. This has a finer lilt. Bathroom window open on the lane, reckon they're indoors somewhere and the prayer & song of praise passing through the numerous walls, descending from one of the upper storeys, it sounds like. Gee, it's good. Women would be proud of their men watching & listening. All male that one can hear (they tell me women add their voices from the side). How do they keep it up so long? Choir must be sectioned. Reckon it's to the effect, God/Allah raise him up... Or maybe, Our dear Allah, thy will prevails, light our ways, show the path LALA LUUHHLUU.... Might be some clapping or feet stomping at the end too. Yes, they've wound down. The Ashkenazis would stomp energetically as part of their performance. Lovely. Cars have filled the lorong. On the corner at the eatery the poor old Chins will be bent over their beer & pork crackers. Lifted the spirits of this listener opposite; how much more the participants themselves! Half eleven. Made themselves thirsty and hungry. There they are now quietly milling in the girls' outdoor lunch area in their white tunics and caps, soundless from behind the glass and I'll warrant down on the ground too. They're spent, pleasurably exhausted, mix of young and older men, making off to their cars and buses. A certain inevitable envy.
NB. In the approach to the Prophet's birthday Muslims gather for these recitals, often in school halls and community centres rather than mosques. In this case Thursday night a girls' madrasa in Geylang.
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