Aug
27
It was in the Mercado District where we had our first real taste of the Islamic World.
Prayer O’Clock (asr) struck and suddenly a street’s worth of people produced prayer rugs. And, they intended on using them.
Faulkner and I stuck out like two infidel sore thumbs.
We booked ourselves to the side of the street to watch in awe. It was then that a man walked up, and invited me to prayer. I discovered, to my sadness, I just wasn’t cut out to be a Muslim.
Now I’ll never get to perform Hajj. :-(
