Miss Beauchamp's War in Salonika, item 21

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2.

Known by a number only, it stood nameless

until, unsought, a name was found

for it in the thankfulness of those who came for water in

hot, dry dust-laden days after the fire

"Allah has

destroyed our wells", they said, " but it has pleased

him to spare this one, and we are never

refused the water we seek, it is the House of

Benediction, so indeed it is, and remains. 


Beyond the high walls of the garden, can be seen

but one minaret, white against a group of giant

cypress trees; the silence is broken only by the 

murmuring of doves in the fig tree, distant but 

raucous chattering of jackdaws in the cypress; and at

sunset the voice of the blind muezzin from the

minaret calling the faithful to prayer.

The voice rises and dies away, floating over the

town, is taken up in faint echoes from the other

mosques below, then ceases altogether; the rustle of

hurrying footsteps in the paved streets shows that the

call has been heard, and answered - 

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2.

Known by a number only, it stood nameless

until, unsought, a name was found

for it in the thankfulness of those who came for water in

hot, dry dust-laden days after the fire

"Allah has

destroyed our wells", they said, " but it has pleased

him to spare this one, and we are never

refused the water we seek, it is the House of

Benediction, so indeed it is, and remains. 


Beyond the high walls of the garden, can be seen

but one minaret, white against a group of giant

cypress trees; the silence is broken only by the 

murmuring of doves in the fig tree, distant but 

raucous chattering of jackdaws in the cypress; and at

sunset the voice of the blind muezzin from the

minaret calling the faithful to prayer.

The voice rises and dies away, floating over the

town, is taken up in faint echoes from the other

mosques below, then ceases altogether; the rustle of

hurrying footsteps in the paved streets shows that the

call has been heard, and answered - 


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  • August 2, 2019 16:54:13 Thomas A. Lingner

    2.

    Known by a number only, it stood nameless

    until, unsought, a name was found

    for it in the thankfulness of those who came for water in

    hot, dry dust-laden days after the fire

    "Allah has

    destroyed our wells", they said, " but it has pleased

    him to spare this one, and we are never

    refused the water we seek, it is the House of

    Benediction, so indeed it is, and remains. 


    Beyond the high walls of the garden, can be seen

    but one minaret, white against a group of giant

    cypress trees; the silence is broken only by the 

    murmuring of doves in the fig tree, distant but 

    raucous chattering of jackdaws in the cypress; and at

    sunset the voice of the blind muezzin from the

    minaret calling the faithful to prayer.

    The voice rises and dies away, floating over the

    town, is taken up in faint echoes from the other

    mosques below, then ceases altogether; the rustle of

    hurrying footsteps in the paved streets shows that the

    call has been heard, and answered - 

  • March 14, 2018 12:33:08 Jessica Adkins

    2.

    Known by a number only, it stood without a nameless

    until the right name, unsought, a name was given found

    for it in the thankfulness of those who profited came for water in

    hot, the dry weary heat dust-laden days after the fire

    and found it sweet & wholesome still. "Allah has

    destroyed our wells", they said, " but it has pleased

    him to spare this one, and we are never

    refused the water we seek, it is the House of

    Benediction, so indeed it was is, and remainsed


    Beyond the high walls of the garden, can be seen

    but one minaret, white against a group of giant

    cypress trees; the silence is broken only by the 

    murmuring of doves in the fig tree, distant but 

    vaucous chattering of jackdaws in the cypress; and at

    sunset the voice of the blind muezzin from the

    minaret calling the faithful to prayer.

    The voice rises and dies away, floating over the

    town is taken up in faint echoes from the other

    mosques below, then ceases altogether; the rustle of

    hurrying footsteps in the paved streets shows that the

    call has been heard, and answered - 


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    Salonika

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  • Story location Salonika


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19509 / 221720
Source
http://europeana1914-1918.eu/...
Contributor
Sarah Wedderburn
License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/



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