|They tried to ignore the distant adhan of
the muezzin . For the fourth time that
day, the familiar sustained monotone began its drone and then the lone
male voice soared above it, at first open-throated, then quavering,
"Allahu Akbar," it began. The phrase was repeated three times.
The soldiers were listening for movement. The sole shadow to catch Sergeant Bronstein's anxious eye was that of a scurrying scorpion.
"Hayya ala-s-Salah, hayya ala-s-Salah." Hasten to the Prayer, hasten to the Prayer.
Bronstein heard Rivera spit into the dust.