“I just saw a terrible thing,” my husband said, as he pulled up to the curb and I climbed into the passenger seat of the car.
He’d driven from the parking garage to pick me up and on the way happened to go past the mosque.
“I don’t know why, I just didn’t think to take pictures of it,” he lamented.
What my husband saw has occurred in the past at the Islāmic Center in Tucson.
The diverse congregation of the Islāmic Center—a squat, copper-domed complex just outside the University of Arizona’s campus—has endured taunts and vandalism ever since hundreds of students moved into two private high-rise apartments next door three years ago. In at least one instance, a shower of crushed peanuts rained down on the mosque; more typically, cans and bottles are flungfrom apartment balconies, usually on the party nights of Friday and Saturday.
“Can you believe…
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