It’s like 5 minutes before the break of fast in West-Beirut. The sun is this close (fingers about a quarter of an inch together) to set in the Mediterranean Sea. 
The mosques have just started their call for prayer. We have about five mosques in the neighborhood, and - depending on the wind - can hear either two or all five. They never start at the same time, but with regular intervals of about 30 seconds. It upsets hubbie to no extent that – in this day and age – they have not yet managed to synchronize their prayer time. I kind of like this ‘untimeliness’. It adds to the medieval flavor of the time of the day; just before sunset.
Slowly the city sounds die out, because almost everyone wants to make it in time for Iftar. No more cars on the street. And if, at Iftar time, you sit on your balcony, and there is government-electricity (i.e. the government supplies the electricity, so the private generators are silent) , you can hear the clatter of the cutlery on the plates, as thousands and thousands of people are all having dinner at the same time.
The mosques have just started their call for prayer. We have about five mosques in the neighborhood, and - depending on the wind - can hear either two or all five. They never start at the same time, but with regular intervals of about 30 seconds. It upsets hubbie to no extent that – in this day and age – they have not yet managed to synchronize their prayer time. I kind of like this ‘untimeliness’. It adds to the medieval flavor of the time of the day; just before sunset.Slowly the city sounds die out, because almost everyone wants to make it in time for Iftar. No more cars on the street. And if, at Iftar time, you sit on your balcony, and there is government-electricity (i.e. the government supplies the electricity, so the private generators are silent) , you can hear the clatter of the cutlery on the plates, as thousands and thousands of people are all having dinner at the same time.
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