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A gentle September rain fell as I drove to temple last week. My friend and mentor and his wife had invited me to attend Selichot services at Temple Sinai in Roslyn, New York. I am used to being the lone Muslim in a Jewish congregation: I have attended Shabbat services with friends before, celebrated at a Jewish wedding, mourned at two Jewish burials and even addressed several Jewish congregations myself. Yet...
