Growing up in a household where I was immersed into two vastly different cultures caused confusion. Most people only experience other cultures and religions through the eyes of those with diverse backgrounds, yet I was exposed to both Christianity and Islam. Two different religions, two different ways of thinking, and two different kinds of people. My first encounter with the feelings of an outcast happened when I was just a child. I can remember feeling agitated as we drove up to the mosque, the place of worship for followers of Islam. The beautiful building was unlike anything I had ever seen before. The enclosure had large entrances on either side of the building, allowing the doors to give the impression of being gateways to the spiritual world. In addition to having an enormous dome over the center of the building, smaller domes were positioned over the prayer hall and throughout the rest of the mosque. As we walked up to the building I saw everyone dressed in modest clothing. I was dressed in a colorful short sleeve top, yet others dressed in plain, loose clothing that did not reveal the shape of the body, and women without their wrists or ankles showing. The aroma of spicy curry hit me as I stepped into the prayer room to see hundreds of people lined