Salam, brother, Please don’t shoot. Please make sure you take off your boot. I know you despise me for my religion, But let me show you how it’s not what you may see on television. You see, we gather in mosques five times a day, But it’s always a little more special in the afternoon of Friday. My boss excuses so I can come here and pray, Even though he doesn’t believe in Allah. With God lightening every step in my way, I walk to the mosque beneath the gleam of the sun, Holding the hand...