So, there I was hiking to the mosque from the campus parking garage. I stopped off at my department to drop off a document; its on the way. Still, it was almost 110 degrees today, so I arrived rather wet…and it wasn't because of left over wudu water. But, I digress.

I walked in with the sermon in progress. The preacher was Black American; it reminded me of the community I grew up in. I haven't heard a Black American preacher since I left there a couple years after high school. Can you believe it: in OC, San Diego or Hawai'i I never heard a Black American give the sermon for Friday prayer? So, anyway, he had decided to use a translation of a sermon given by the Prophet since he wanted us to hear what the Prophet had to say and not himself. Such a selfless decision is in rare supply among us, isn't it?