Interfaith

How a Muslim Proved My Faith to Me

As one of the only American photographers living in the Kingdom of Bahrain, my services were in high demand, especially by expats who longed for pictures to memorialize their time in the Middle East but who were still American enough…

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Returning to What was Left Behind

I held the gold key with its thick maroon tassel between my hands. It was my twenty-first birthday and the key was a gift my parents purchased in Spain. A memento from the old city of Grenada, once home to…

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The Physical Nature of Faith

Women wrapped in stunning, bright fabrics kneeled on individual carpets. I sat on the floor, and children toddled around us all. This section of the mosque—designated for women only—was reverent, but filled with the buzzing hum of prayers, occasional whispers,…

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The Daughter of Muhammad

When Zain and I first met at Virginia Commonwealth University, she introduced herself as a Pakistani American and an ethnic Pashtun. Her family’s origins are in the Swat Valley. “Have you ever heard of it?” she asked me. “It’s the…

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Growing Up with Buddhism

What I want to tell you about my childhood is how good it was. My parents were American Christians, but they weren’t afraid of other cultures. The very reason we went overseas was that they fell in love with the…

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My Christ-like Muslim Neighbor

We moved into our home three years ago. We immediately got to know other people in the neighborhood; most of who actually attended our church down the street. Having a built-in Christian community was nice. We shared faith and ideologies….

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Dinner with a Muslim Sheikh

  On an otherwise normal Friday night, I found myself on the peninsula that gave birth to Islam. In a neighborhood in Muscat, Oman, I sat cross-legged beside a Muslim professor of Sharia law. I was a long way from…

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As American as Baseball and the Qur’an

On a hot, sticky, spring night in South Carolina, I finished umpiring a Little League baseball game and sweating through the subjective equity of balls and strikes. After navigating the competitive juices of nine- and ten-year-olds (and their mild-mannered parents!),…

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