The Minaret - El alminar
The minaret The Sun was setting. Weary rays of sunlight illuminated the slim octagonal figure of the solitary minaret. Soon, the muezzin would call the faithful to prayer. Shortly before, a scarcely visible crevice ran in an instant across the west face wall from its top to the ground, accompanied by a dull wail. The muezzin had attended, as far as his memory remembers, the prayers in that square presided over by the minaret. He was preparing to go to the square when he felt a strange sensation. Someone had told him about the death of the minarets. All those sacred places, after dedicating their lives to the offering to the faithful, sooner or later died. And his minaret had wanted to say something to him. He went to the splendid square to which the faithful began to go, presided over by the majestic tower. The muezzin wanted to be with his minaret, so, with a determined step, he started up the steep staircase and when the climb was almost over, the minaret moaned again, this ti...