Just past Amazing Grace’s Fabric Shop, sits a tiny mosque. It sits so quietly, that many pass by without noticing. The single, delicate minaret hugs the body of the mosque tightly. Dusty white against dusty white. You don’t have to stretch your neck too high to see the moon and star that rest upon its head. The metal crescent moon crafted by hand wears the welder’s fingerprints and the scars left from hammering it into shape. We’ve never seen anyone enter or leave through the reflective windowed door. One circular speaker sticks out from the facade. We’ve visited three times already to hear the tiny mosque’s tiny call to prayer. As we wait, we can hear the surrounding intimidating mosques begin their calls. Silently, the tiny mosque sits.