
Reflections of an American Muslim in China
Back in May 2006 on my second morning in China, within hours of seeing anything of the city outside my campus for the first time, I set out on a mission. I knew there was a mosque around here and I was intent on finding it. Armed with a map and not a word of Chinese, I set out South for the old city to search out the Fuyou Road Mosque, the nearest of the three crescents laid out on the grid folded up in my pocket. I had just set up a blog at that time, and shortly after I wrote about being impressed with the sheer size and foreignness of the place.
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