Thursday, September 30, 2010

This is the street that I live off of.
"My" mosque. I think the call to prayer might be louder in my bathroom than it is in the mosque.

This is my alley which is made of a wall and "my" mosque. My bike is longer than this alley is wide but it's just enough for two bikes to get by each other.


This is my house and front yard. I'm not complaining at all, I love my house. I just want you to have a balanced idea of what my life looks like. I do love my house. This is home. I feel strange saying that I'm going "home" to America...



This is what I see from my front door. What you can't see well and what you can't smell, is the overflowing septic tank spilling out of next doors front porch.










The best view in my house!