This Muslim mosque is down the street from our house.
I've been meaning to post about it, and about our wonderful Muslim neighbors. Each evening we can hear the calls to prayer floating over our walls. Very surreal and beautiful; the sun is going down and the birds are chirping excitedly as they settle in the trees for the night.
It was a bit of an emotional experience tonight, reading the headlines and news stories of a man's "perversion of Islam", while hearing the beauty of that religion's pure form at the same time.