His name is Mohammad and he laughs when I ask with that hopeful childlike expression if they serve hot chocolate for breakfast here at the Hilton. Yes, they do and that makes me very happy.
I am here at the Gay Christian Network Conference and despite being helpful whenever he can and trying his best to speak as accent free as possible, Mohammad doesn’t look all too happy. Is it because he has to serve women, or does he just not have a good morning? I can just assume that he is a Muslim. I do not know. Yet something tells me he is.