I stared into the flickering black candle that sat in the midst of the skull and black-handled knives on my home made altar to Satan. Reciting the incantation, I tried to ignore my nagging thoughts. I was still young — just a teenager. How had I come to the place where I felt like I was sliding headfirst into hell?You can read the rest here and here.
At first glance, Imran Uddin is just another 27-year-old New Yorker struggling to take over his family's business—what's unique is that his father's business is a "pick-your-own" slaughterhouse. The son of an immigrant, Imran must confront his mixed Bangladeshi-Puerto Rican heritage and gain acceptance from his father's conservative Muslim community. On one of Islam's holiest days, Imran must lead a sacrifice that will define him as a Muslim, as an American and as a son.Read more here.
When I saw this mosque, with its rooftop additions signifying the building's conversion into a house of worship, I was reminded of Shri Trimurti Bhavan, the nearby Hindu temple we just passed. And it turns out that there's more of a connection between the two places than just the visual. They both serve the area's Indo-Guyanese residents, and the mosque is actually owned by the temple!