Rust-colored heroin in a spoon, the chrome-colored prostitutes and their baby blue blooms and bruises. Atrocious stories, pierce the dark green veil of Abdul and his hazel-like Muslims, glowing angels in the clouds, candy cane lamps and sadly illuminated soft burnt brass halos. This mosque can be blissful, artful, like a quiescent cathedral, well-read like the unhappy poetry of the eyes.