By this time also, if not earlier, the minaret had become universal.
The minaret is faced with tiles and is surmounted by a gilded crescent.
The minaret is a tall slender tower, peculiar to Turkish architecture.
Seldom had he looked at a minaret without thinking of prayer.
The minaret, I may here remark, is to the mosques what a steeple is to the church.
One minaret of Byzantine design we passed on our way to the town.
The minaret runs up a great deal higher, and there is a stairway.
It tints minaret after minaret, dome after dome, house after house.
Like the muezzin on his minaret, the elegist calls to prayer.
Round and round we walked, looking up at arch and dome and minaret.