I lived in an Islamic country two years in the late 1960s.
I have a prayer carpet in the front hallway of my house which contains deliberate flaws in its geometric pattern.
Some take awhile to detect. One might want to sit awhile.
Or, as some of the denizens of some Middle Eastern countries might be inclined to do, hunker.
There is a Muslim saying: “Only Allah is perfect.”
The carpet, whose red hues come from pomegranates, bears witness.
