He said nothing, concentrating on his driving. But after a few miles, he pointed to a large tower on our left, still under construction. “Do you see that?” he said. “That is going to be the tallest mosque in the world when it is completed.”
It was an impressive building, its tower rising twenty stories or more into the blue sky. We continued driving, and soon Amir exited onto a city street, and turned into the driveway of a parking garage. “I parked on the street last night,” he said, “but I don’t think it was safe. Some other cars on the street were broken into overnight, so I decided I would not leave it there again.” He found a spot in the garage, backing in carefully, and then having me get out and back him in the last couple of feet. But then he decided he didn’t like that space, pulled back out and took another space nearby where the car would be fully into the space, all the way up to the wall and out of harm’s way.