Cosmic love in the year of COVID-19 | | Mada Masr

Cosmic love in the year of COVID-19 | | Mada Masr: Today, I biked through the streets of my neighborhood, carrying a sense of doom, which feels like a hyper alertness this crisis has created. Then, I heard the azan. I could barely make out the new phrasing — the one that calls on people to stay at home — because many mosques have also lowered the volume. But what I thought I heard clearly was the voice of the muezzin breaking before he uttered them, as if he was on the verge of crying. That doesn’t make any sense; it was just my own shaken imagination. Yet, I really can’t imagine a stronger sign of spatial and temporal displacement than mosques in a conservative society closing their doors and telling people to pray at home.