The mosque of confusion
Me: Hey, Xin! How come you’re picking up the phone in church? Didn’t your goddess tell you anything about not talking on the phone?
Xin: Oh man… I feel so sleepy. And she is not here right now so I feel even more sleepy.
Me: Cool. I just called up to ask if you’d be interested in joining me for a “Open faith” ramadan dinner party tomorrow at a mosque.
Xin: There is a party?
Me: Yeah, every year some of these mosques have an “Open House” dinner party where they invite people from other faiths to understand about Ramadan and Islam and also have some free food along the way.
Xin: They have this party every year? What should I wear for the party?
Me: You don’t have to wear anything special. Just come however you are.
Xin: Ok, ok. Yes, I’d like to go. But… I don’t have a mask. Do you know where I can find the mask?
Me: Huh? You don’t have to bring a… No, Xin! It’s not a mask party, it’s a “Mosque”.
Xin: Oh… ok, ok. So I don’t have to get a mask?
Me: It’s M-o-s-k… no, M-o-s-q-u-e. It’s like a church, but for Muslim people. So, think of it like I’m inviting you to a mosque lecture like your goddess invites you to church.
Xin: Yeah, yeah. I think I heard of the word. Probably… when I was doing my GRE, but man, that was a long time ago.