
As a Muslim American, I have to alter my behavior to avoid those kinds of situations. Flying to and from Wisconsin this past weekend for a wedding, my husband and I encountered the usual problems of air travel: a delayed flight; our 2-year-old, who refused to sit down. But being Muslims, we had to tackle another kind of logistics: At the Milwaukee airport, where I couldn’t quickly find a chapel, we offered our afternoon prayers in a dimly lit and somewhat stinky baby-changing room rather than pray in public and risk being questioned or even barred from our flight. Read More
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