Just past Amazing Grace’s Fabric Shop, sits a tiny mosque. It sits so quietly, that many pass by without noticing. The single, delicate minaret hugs the body of the mosque tightly. Dusty white against dusty white. You don’t have to stretch your neck too high to see the moon and star that rest upon its head. The metal crescent moon crafted by hand wears the welder’s fingerprints and the scars left from hammering it into shape. We’ve never seen anyone enter or leave through the reflective windowed door. One circular speaker sticks out from the facade. We’ve visited three times already to hear the tiny mosque’s tiny call to prayer. As we wait, we can hear the surrounding intimidating mosques begin their calls. Silently, the tiny mosque sits.
VOVOME 
Dusty white against dusty white. I can see it.
Beautiful imagery and poetic language that takes me right there.
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There is so much we can notice when we look closely. Let’s enjoy the journey together. Your words are beautiful-“The metal crescent moon crafted by hand wears the welder’s fingerprints and the scars left from hammering it into shape.”
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Such a beautifully crafted piece of writing with so many strong images. I feel like I am right there, looking at the mosque, listening to it. I look forward to reading more of your writing!
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You painted a picture so clear I feel like I am with you looking at the crescent moon crafted so magnificently. Welcome to the SOL. I look forward to reading your magnificent posts.
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Welcome to this SOL community and the crazy March Challenge. Your post is amazingly descriptive. I feel like I can see the mosque with your words.
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A beautiful and poetically described piece. I have never been to Ghana, but feel like I can picture this scene. The joy of walking and noticing with children is universal, even when the landscapes we notice are different. I look forward to reading more of your posts!
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I love, love, love your page. What a beauty! Your masthead is evocative.
Thank you for talking about the tiny mosque at the corner. It reminds me of small temples scattered around my hometown in India. You can pass by one without realizing that the peace and quiet can be found inside. Your description drew me in. Incidentally, when I think o mosque, I have never imagine a tiny one. Thanks for exposing me to a new knowledge.
Best wishes for ongoing sharing slice of our lives.
Purviben
http://trivediziemba.edublogs.org
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Thanks for sharing your connections to the post. I hope to visit India one day. I imagine it to be the most colorful place on earth.
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I love, love, love your masthead. What an evocative image. Now I want to go and change my design. 🙂
You have gift of words. I always thought of mosques as something grand or big. You introduced me to tiny mosque at the corner. Thank you.
I am looking forward to reading more of your blog posts.
Best wishes.
Purviben
http://trivediziemba.edublogs.org
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I appreciate you recognizing the tiny and quiet.
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Kay, so good to hear your voice and see Accra through your eyes. I loved “dusty white against dusty white” and “the tiny mosque’s tiny call to prayer”.
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Good to hear from you and hope to make you remember how special Ghana is. We miss you here. I’ll check out your blog
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Inkayshoes,
India is a small world into itself. From one coast to another, it has so many cultures, hues and climates. The country with 19 official languages and more than 200 dialects. I want to visit it someday soon too. Last time I went there was in 1994. But as Zubin Mehta says, India lives in my heart.
Now I see a blog post coming. 🙂
Best.
Purviben
http://trivediziemba.edublogs.org/
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Mmm.. the details here draw me right in. I love that you’ve never seen anyone enter or leave. I love the various ways that you talk about how it is small, inconspicuous. I can’t wait to read more of your writing.
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“You don’t have to stretch your neck too high to see the moon and star that rest upon its head.” …I stretched my neck just a tiny bit as I read this. You made the reader the walker. Like magic. Thank you for this glimpse of beauty.
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