One day my Taliban hat is gonna be worth $$$ money on Ebay.  It was a gift from my student, Mo-Mo Khawaja - a likeable kid despite his hot temper.  He's my favorite Muslim, or as he would say, Moooslim.  Shortly after 9/11, Mo-Mo attended a wedding in Pakistan.  Resisting all common sense, Mo-Mo decided to hit Afghanistan while he was in the neighborhood.  Apparently no one had informed Mo-Mo that a full fledged war was raging.

Three Mo-Mo memories:

1. Mo-Mo claimed to have written all of his mom's college English papers.  (While in 8th grade).
2. Displaying my usual cultural insensitivity, I used to torture Mo-Mo during Ramadan by eating Snickers bars in front of him.  I'd moan, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh this candy bar is INCREDIBLE!".  Poor Mo-Mo.
3. One day in class, Brandon Haskins drew a bunch of shit on the back of Mo-Mo's shaved head.  Sadly, I was too busy laughing to administer justice.  Fighting back tears, Mo-Mo ran to the Assistant Principal's office.  At the office, my man Jerome (the AP) was also unable to keep a straight face.  Poor Mo-Mo.  Oh well, he'll always be my favorite Muslim.