Istanbul: At Night

Its minarets pierced through the sky, standing gallantly against the silent night. A few birds circled those lonely sentinels unperturbed, knowing that once the sun rises, the Blue Mosque shall receive a throng of visitors whose footsteps and chatters would break the muted acoustics of the surroundings. Yellow lights radiated the Blue Mosque from below, imposing a golden touch to the surface of its weathered form. Its majesty ruled the night that no clusters of stars would dare compete to take its place.

The Blue Mosque at Night.

Among the maze of humble abodes, sat a boy on the open-air patio with the light from his Macbook dispelling the thick web of darkness away. From the patio he saw the Blue Mosque flashed its prowess and for a moment he forgotten about the uncomfortableness of his body. Perspiration from the hot and humid air gave way to the strong gushes of wind that brought with it band-aids of relieve.

There was hardly anything stirring the silence, except for the few drunken idiots who created a momentary ruckus when they knocked down a metal trash can. It was said that one could listen with their eyes. There was no need for any auditory extravaganza – not for a moment like this. Just an open heart, and an awed soul were enough to bring out the strands of melodies that swelled through the space, blocking out everything else except the adored object and the observer.

In this world, even silence is music.

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