So guess who I had to sit/pray beside at Jumu'ah...
Mr. Cherry Tattoos himself.
And the jerk wouldn't stop coughing in my direction. And I guess he thinks manners might be haram because he made absolutely no attempt to cover his mouth or at least close it. He just kept coughing and letting everything out. And his breath was horrendous.
It was such a struggle to not elbow him in the gut or slap his face with his own hand during the khutbah. Ugh.
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Desert Son: Tales of Le_Muslim_MAN
Non-FictionIt was a cold, winter night out in the great desert. The winds were howling, the crescent moon rested high in the sky. Out in the dark and desolate desert, a new life had been born into the world. Resting near the light of a fire, a woman sat, holdi...
