By Aman and Bassam

Today we went to the Malcom Shabazz Cultural Center on W. 116th Street in Harlem (the photo I took was crappy, so I borrowed one from our friends at At one point in time this was a casino that soon became a full-fledged mosque dedicated to Muslim pioneer Malcom X.

The masjid volunteers kindly served us water with dates wrapped in foil. It was a very intimate gathering. They offered food to us, but we felt bad because we rolled up in there unannounced and didn’t want to freeload.

For dinner, Bassam and I ate at Tawaa, this Indian restaurant at 168th and Broadway. I had some chicken dosa- freakin amazing.

What made me laugh was the menu, the place is halal but the menu says “We served halal food.” As if one day they decided to call it quits on this whole halal thing.

By Aman and Bassam

I was in a hurry to get home today, so I ended up just going to the mosque on E. 110th Street, about two blocks from my house.

Afterwards, I went to the Halal Chinese restaurant nearby. I just moved to this neighborhood about a week or so ago, so it was my first time going to the restaurant. Pretty nice guys, I ordered the Singapore Mei Fun (its what I typically get at any carryout Chinese place, its rice noodles mixed with chicken, shrimp and beef). Yum.

By Aman and Bassam

Tonight my friend Bassam Tariq and I came up with an insanely random idea: What if we prayed at a different mosque every single day for the month of Ramadan? Hence, this Web site was born.

Tonight we prayed at Masjid Rehman, located on West 29th Street and Broadway. The place was insanely jam packed, you should have seen how many taxi cabs were parked outside the place.

This is a true story: I was so cramped inside the masjid, that when I went down for sajdah (the prostration), some guy behind me had his head between my feet.

I didn’t realize that, so when I got up for jalsah (the sitting), I ended up sitting on his head. And it took me about two full seconds to realize the rock-hard cushion I was sitting on was someone’s head lol.

But hey, I actually love praying in mosques that are cramped. I dunno, to me there’s something beautiful about dozens of people swarming a place for the common goal of worship.

They gave everyone there free boxes of Desi food. It was pretty good, it had biryani, chicken tikka, kabob, roti and chick peas inside. Serious props goes to the people who made the food, which must have been for at least 200 people