Beyond the Forbidden Door
Day 1: The Call Before Dawn
The old village mosque had been closed for twelve years.
Yet just before Fajr today,
the first line of the Adhan echoed from inside—
"Allahu Akbar…"
The voice was incomplete.
It suddenly stopped.
People came running.
The lock was untouched. The door was sealed.
The Imam said,
"This is not something ordinary."
That night, he decided to enter the mosque alone.
Inside, he saw—
a single drop of water before the mihrab.
The prayer mat was wet.
Someone had been weeping in prostration there.
But who?
Day 2: The Name of the Lost Muezzin
The next day, the oldest man in the village spoke:
"Twelve years ago, there was a muezzin here—his name was Saleh."
One day, while giving the Adhan,
his voice suddenly stopped.
It never returned.
A new muezzin was appointed.
But Saleh never truly left the mosque.
One night,
at Fajr time, he entered the mosque alone
and locked the door from inside.
The next morning,
he was nowhere to be found.
Some said he ran away.
Others whispered… Allah had taken him.
That very night,
the Imam returned to the mosque.
This time, the voice was clear—
"O Allah,
even if my Adhan is not accepted,
accept my tears."
The Imam broke down in tears.
Day 3: The Final Adhan
On the third day, before Fajr,
the entire village awoke.
A full Adhan was echoing from the mosque—
clear, trembling, yet firm.
Everyone ran there.
The lock had opened by itself.
Inside—
Before the mihrab
lay an old skeleton.
Its hands positioned in prostration.
Beside it, a note:
"O Allah,
people took away my voice,
but You hear my call.
Accept my final breath in this mosque."
That day, his funeral prayer was held.
After twelve years.
From that day on,
there was no more mystery in the mosque.
But when the Adhan is called,
people say—
in the first Takbir,
another voice blends in.
As if someone finally
had his Adhan
delivered to Allah.