That awkward moment when you hear your (non-Muslim) neighbor's kids/guests playfighting in the backyard at 11:21PM and they start yelling "Allahu Akbar," (totally mispronouncing it though).
Sigh. Part of me wants to go sit and have a word with them. Not yell. Just kindly educate them and try to remove their ignorance. Unfortunately, the adults of the residence are drunk and I don't feel like getting cussed out in Spanish right now.
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Desert Son: Tales of Le_Muslim_MAN
Non-FictionIt was a cold, winter night out in the great desert. The winds were howling, the crescent moon rested high in the sky. Out in the dark and desolate desert, a new life had been born into the world. Resting near the light of a fire, a woman sat, holdi...
