Many Lebanese families have a second home in the mountains. This ‘house in the mountains’ phenomenon (or ‘house in the village’) traditionally was the family’s house in the ancestral village, and was used to escape the oppressive summer heat of Beirut during the long summer holiday, which, in the old days, could last as much as 3 months. These days, it could be anywhere, but in general it is a place that is cool and quiet; perfect for summer and long weekends.
|It is cool in the mountains when in Beirut it is 33C with a humidity of some 90%|
There's plenty of mosques in the mountains, but in moslin villages. Moslim villages are mixed in between the christian and the druze villages. And although no village is 'pure', in general one tends to stay to his own kind for reasons of security and tradition.
The little mosque with the moon rising behind it
“They’re not actually going to call for prayer, right?” I asked my husband, “There are no muslims here.” (except for hubbie, that is)
“No, of course not, Siets,” he replied.
Well, it did start calling for prayer. Five times a day.
|With friends up in the mountains. Cold and windy on the mountain top; hot and balmy in Beirut|
“Who is we?” asked the janitor.
“Oh, so you’re siding with them?”
To make a long story short, hubbie (a moslim) was almost kicked out of the mosque, and the 4 o’clock in the morning prayer is up and running, loud and clear, regardless of the fact that there are no muslims to heed the call. Now you can give me a religious reason, i.e. it is an Islamic duty, but somehow I believe that if we are going to live together, there's room for compromise.
Hubbie isnow looking for the owner of the mosque . Let's see if we can comewto an understanding.
(to be continued) .