Gulzar’s Sugar Puffs

Our old mosque in Woodside, Queens, had a very particular way about it, and I loved it. So deeply familiar and habitual, it’s a place that brought my creature-of-habit self so much comfort. Every time I’d walk in, usually late from the traffic on the FDR Drive, I’d dart left though the double doors and straight through to the very last sufro line: a paper runner that lined the length of the mosque where people would gather to sit and eat on the carpeted floor. My mom had her spot next to he