A Billion Six in Prayer

Walking the streets of New York City at noon, one is likely to come across a road-side vendor taking a break from handing a bag of lettuce and tomatoes to a customer, and standing on a piece of cardboard—a flattened out carton—with his arms folded, head bent in prayer.

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Do All Muslims Have Good Knees?

Can you guess the context?
I have been asked many questions about Muslims, the Muslim faith, the Muslim whatever, but this had to be the sweetest and most endearing. If you haven’t already guessed, we were in a mosque, in a prayer hall, in the women’s section, settling down for Friday Jumma prayers. My Jewish friend Bernice and I had just sat down on the red prayer rug.

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The Sounds I No Longer Missed

I am up at 4 am, jet lagged after a twenty hour flight to Pakistan. I pull myself out of bed, wobble down to my sister's kitchen, and brew myself a cup of chai. In the stillness of the night, I curl up with my tea and tasbeeh, reciting the names of Allah. The house is quiet, the night quieter. And then I hear it. The lone man's voice, beaming off the minaret somewhere in the vicinity, 

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