An Arab is singing his monotuous morning prayer.
It comes from a window open on the marketplace.
Within a certain tradition of things uncertain, seen as improbable, felt as probable,
he may get shot through the head
just before finishing his pious morning ritual,
presumable without getting to his knees again.
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