Heading to MLK and Genesee...

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By the look of it, there's a pot of gold on Cleveland High School and, on the other end, Pacific Medical Center.

Not long after taking the image, I heard a mother speaking Arabic to her son—the mother was monumental; dressed in black, she was a whole universe to the small, Americanized world of her son. As she spoke, I realized to my embarrassment that when I ever I hear Arabic, I imagine a prayer is being expressed or some praise is being made to Allah. I never imagine something mundane or scientific in the lyrical but raspy flow of Arabic words.