Morning Mosque Madness

There is a beautiful mosque located in Azzah camp that is pictured in this blog. Its crescent-topped minaret triumphantly pierces the crystalline sky. And the damn thing is the bane of my existence. You see, this picture is taken from my window, and the morning prayer (somewhere between 3:30-4:30 a.m. depending on the sunrise) slices through my apartment, reverberates off of my consciousness, and eviscerates my peaceful slumber. Needless to say, it is the most intrusive alarm clock that I have ever known. When the Prophet was negotiating with God the number of times each day a Muslim should pray, he should have played harder ball with the start time.