And I walked past the place.
I nearly completely walked past the place had it not been for a few people holding signs and some others taking pictures. Otherwise, it is a completely nondescript, rundown eyesore.
One lady held up a sign with my name on it. I asked her if she was my limo driver. No luck. The sidewalk is chalked with “love thy neighbor”, “Learn the facts”, and “www.park51.org”.
This extremism is too much for me.
Speaking of extremists, half a block down there is an Amish Market. The Amish, man, they’re the extremists!
|Forced to wear hijab at an early age!|
Have they no shame?
|Fruit Shakes? More like 'Fruit Sheikhs'!|
|There were about 12-15 supporters out front. 3 or 4 were Muslim.|
But all were definitely supporters of American values.
I proceeded inside and was greeted by a tall, strong, African-American brother. He asked, “Can I help you?” I responded, “Assalamo Alaikum,” (peace be upon you) and extended my hand. He took it and responded with a hearty, “Walaikum salam warahmatullah wabarakatahu.” (peace be upon you and the mercy and blessings of Allah). I said, “I just want to check out the mosque.” He replied, “It is right down over there, just take off your shoes.” So I took off my shoes and went into the prayer area. There were a number of pillars in the prayer area. Other than that, the room was totally empty of any object (except for a few Qurans on a shelf, a prayer mat, and numerous carpets in rows) and had bare walls. Perfect. I could not even tell I was in New York City. I could not even hear the hustle of the NYC rush hour. I prayed my late afternoon prayer and offered a prayer for whatever is best (what a subjective prayer). I left the area with another hearty exchange of “salaams” with the doorman.
...then I ran to the subway because, hey, it's New York and I had a train to catch.