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Islam Prayer Times
For Muslims it is obligatory to perform five prayers throughout the day and the night.
These are: Fajr, Dhuhr, Asr, Maghrib, Isha.
The times of the prayer are determined by the position of the sun.

Time
Dawn Prayer (before sunrise)
Beginning time for morning prayers
1.Fajr
Angle of the sun under the horizon
Islamic Society of North America: 15°
University Of Karachi, Muslim World League: 18°
Umm Al-Qura University: 19°

Sunrise
end time for morning prayers
Shuruq

Noon Prayer
2.Dhuhr, Zhuhr
The time of Zuhr starts when sun passes its zenith.

Afternoon Prayer
3.Asr
begins when the length of the shadow of a vertical rod
Hanafi: is equal to its shadow at noon plus twice the length of the rod.
Shafi: is equal to the length of the rod plus its shadow at noon.
It ends about 10 minutes before sunset.

Sunset Prayer
4.Maghrib
begins immediately after sunset

Evening (Night) Prayer
5.Isha
begins, at moderate latitudes, when the sky is completely dark and ends just before the Dawn Prayer.

Angle of the sun under the horizon
Islamic Society of North America: 15°
Muslim World League: 17°
University Of Karachi: 18°
Umm Al-Qura University: 90 minutes after the Sunset

4:30 in the morning? Luxury!

Monty Python 4 Yorkshiremen

Eric Idle: Very fussable, isn’t it? Very fussable.
All: Right, all right.
Graham Chapman: Good glass of Chƒteau de Chasselas, ain’t just that, sire?
Terry Jones: Oh, you’re right there, Obadiah.
Graham Chapman: Right.
Eric Idle: Who would have thought, thirty years ago, we’d all be sitting here drinking Chateau de Chaselet, eh?
All: Aye, aye.
Michael Palin: Them days we were glad to have the price of a cup of tea.
Graham Chapman: Right! A cup of cold tea!
Michael Palin: Right!
Eric Idle: Without milk or sugar!
Terry Jones: Or tea!
Michael Palin: In a cracked cup and all.
Eric Idle: Oh, we never used to have a cup! We used to have to drink out of a rolled-up newspaper!
Graham Chapman: The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
Terry Jones: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.
Michael Palin: Because we were poor!
Terry Jones: Right!
Michael Palin: My old dad used to say to me: “Money doesn’t bring you happiness, son!”
Eric Idle: He was right!
Michael Palin: Right!
Eric Idle: I was happier then and I had nothing! We used to live in this tiny old tumbled-down house with great big holes in
the roof.
Graham Chapman: House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twentysix of us, no furniture,
half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
Terry Jones: You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in the corridor!
Michael Palin: Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old
watertank on a rubbish tip. We’d all woke up every morning by having a load of rotten fish dumped all over us! House, huh!
Eric Idle: Well, when I say a house, it was just a hole in the ground, covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us!
Graham Chapman: We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!
Terry Jones: You were lucky to have a lake! There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!
Michael Palin: A cardboard box?
Terry Jones: Aye!
Michael Palin: You were lucky! We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank! We used to have to go
up every morning, at six o’clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down the mill, fourteen hours a day, week in, week out,
for six pence a week, and when we got home, our dad would slash us to sleep with his belt!
Graham Chapman: Luxury! We used to have to get up out of the lake at three o’clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a
handful of hot grubble, work twenty hours a day at mill, for two pence a month, come home, and dad would beat us around
the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
Terry Jones: Well, of course, we had it tough! We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night, and
lick the road clean with our tongues! We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold grubble, work twenty-four hours a day at
mill for four pence every six years, and when we got home, our dad would slice us in two with a breadknife!
Eric Idle: Right! I had to get up in the morning, at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold
poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill and pay millowner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,
our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves, singing Hallelujah!
Michael Palin: Aah. Are you trying to tell the young people of today that, and they won’t believe you!
All: No, no they won’t!