This piece by Saudi Artist Ahmad Matar makes me think of this;
'From outside she heard the call to evening prayer, and she covered her head.All over India, all over the world, as the sun or the shadows of darkness moves from east to west, the call to prayer moves with it, and people kneel down in a wave to pray to God. Five waves each day-one for each namaaz-ripple across the globe from longitude to longitude. The component elements change direction, like iron fillings near a magnet - towards the house of God in Mecca.'
from 'A suitable boy' by Vikram Seth