The adhan call resonates. The residents of Marichchukkaddi in Musali stop speaking and bow their heads in prayer. For five minutes, peace prevails. The only sound is that from the green banners fluttering in the breeze. A sign, inked in on bright yellow cardboard, says “28.”
For 28 days, this group has sat in this shed by the side of the road in Musali, demanding that their voices be heard.