I never even knew it was there, and you wouldn’t just by driving by. I pointed this out to my friend and he quickly quipped “of course not, we don’t advertise.” It was a dingy looking building with a little sign as you walked in saying Mosque and some other writing that I couldn’t understand. I was nervous and excited all at once. I love, LOVE, learning knew traditions and rituals of different people but for some reason I needed a reason to go here. With all the bad press the Muslim faith has received over the past 10 years it was hard to explain a reason for purposely putting myself in that position. My friends are not the most tolerant people when it comes to non-European faiths. Leading up to this Sabbir had to educate me in my behavior, dress, and what to expect in general. I was to wear casual attire but no shorts or anything with loud print. He said the best thing to do would be to wear something that I would wear to my church. The emphasis was on not wearing anything distracting. He also said the best thing to do would be to watch and keep silent and ask questions afterwards. You don’t talk during the prayer itself. I went to the Maghrib, or the evening prayer. It is the fourth daily prayer which is completed just after sunset. Apparently the exact time varies if you are Sunni or Shia but in these mosques they are usually performed in the Shia tradition. I had to take my shoes off before I entered and the room itself looked at first like a gymnastics studio. There were mats laid out covering most of the floor. The room began to fill and people found their places. I stood in the back and watched with a few other curious bystanders. I was not permitted to be on the mats at the time and I was fine with that. They said that if I wanted to partake in the prayer ritual I needed to make an appointment with one of the church coordinators (their term). The prayer