This could so be one of those nights at Silk Road or the Rumi festival... but isn't.

The spontaneity, the devotion, the chaos, the men and women together, the mix of American and tradition Islamic cultures... a spontaneous free-form chanting of the Shahada accompanied by pots and pans and a water-cooler. for some Muslims, this kind of thing is a nightmare brought to life. For me, it's hope itself.