Here’s the thing. The mosques’ calls to prayer never all start at exactly the same time. And I get it. What time is “just before dawn” anyhow? It’s subjective and I respect and accept that. Except, and as romantic as some may find it, the gently raucous call coming...

Tom’s phone woke him, but the call ended before he answered it. They’ll call back if it’s important. He rolled over. Brilliant night out, but I’ve got a fucking shitty hangover. A few minutes later, he swung his legs out of bed and sat up cautiously. Looking around,...