Close your eyes and cast yourself a world away, one with spiraling onion-shaped minarets, whitewashed walls, and a warm early sun.
Imam Latif's haunting, rhythmical cries urge his brothers and sisters forward.
From all corners of Hagley Park, they come. Crisp white thawbs, headscarved mums pushing buggies with big brown-eyed babies. Crossing the beautiful, tree-lined inner city haven gifted to the people 150 years ago, "reserved forever as a public park, and open for the recreation and enjoyment of the public".
The faithful pray while attending the huge Friday pray meeting that was held in Hagley Park, Christchurch today to mark the moment one week ago that the terror attacks took place. Photo / Alan Gibson
One week on, Gamal Fouda the fearless imam of Al Noor Mosque, whose golden dome shines over his right shoulder, stands before a sea of thousands.
"We are broken-hearted but we are not broken," Fouda tells the crowd, which responds with applause that spreads like a cresting wave. Sad white faces enshrined in hijabs look to the women in their separate area of the open-air makeshift mosque.
Within hours of last Friday's unprecedented terror attack, a friend told me: "We'll never get over this."
I hoped he was wrong. One week on, I still don't know.
New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern, center, waves as she leaves Friday prayers at Hagley Park in Christchurch. Photo / AP
It's been a strange, awful, sickening seven days in the Garden City. Dozens of graves dug into the rich Canterbury soil.
Funerals and memorials and enough tears to flow down the Avon.
Stretching flower walls, the antithesis of Trump's wall: unifying not dividing. Floral bloom fueling a florists' boom. Little children holding parents' hands as they place flowers at police cordons. Mum or dad crouching down to explain that this is a very sad place, perhaps saying this was where the very bad man hurt all those poor people.
Baristas and petrol station attendants seem especially friendly. Subtle though, quiet lingering looks that seemed to scan your face: Are you okay?
Imam Gamal Fouda leads the huge Friday pray meeting that was held in Hagley Park, Christchurch. Photo / Alan Gibson
Extra long handshakes. Group hugs. Half laughs halted by grief. Nervous glances when joggers suddenly rush past.
And while there's a subdued sadness, a cohesive spirit, strangers nodding 'As-Salaam-Alaikum' and smiling, there's also been a simmering anger. Monday night there was a spike in domestic violence callouts for police, about double a normal night. A shoulder barge in the courthouse foyer, a social basketball team out to pick a fight. Some off 'jokes'. All is not well.
The 2010/11 earthquakes left physical scars on New Zealand's second-largest city, as well as subterranean human ones. The mosque massacres have sent a similar jolt, one injected with pure hate and depravity, and one whose shockwaves will reverberate for years to come.
But it would be wrong to let the extremists think they have won. For as Imam Fouda told the masses today: "Last Friday I stood in this mosque and saw hatred and rage in the eyes of the terrorist who killed and martyred 50 innocent people, wounded 42, and broke the hearts of millions around the world ... The terrorist tried to tear the nation apart with evil ideology but instead we have shown that New Zealand is unbreakable."
