gullibility

Adnan settled himself on the bench surrounding the flower bed in the middle of Temple Square, oblivious to the beauty surrounding him.  He was here for one reason only, to attract enough attention that people would stop and talk to him, his charm and his turban providing the major tools of his trade.  How these insanely innocent Mormons could bear to let him use their special place to preach his own religion was beyond his understanding, but he would take advantage of it.  Soon enough a small group of women noticed him and smiled.  His greeting invited them to chat a little more, so that in no time, he was explaining how Islam was really so much like what they already believed, just better.  His authoritative voice dominated the conversation, allowing the women little chance to do more than nod or smile, as good women should.  Once again, his friendly outside gave him the opportunity to expound on the way Islam and Christianity should all get along in peace, how if everyone would just give Muslims a chance to explain their beliefs, all would be well.  An invitation to call him for more information and to visit the Masjid Al Noor to learn more soon followed. These women seemed to really believe all he was saying.  He was sure they would want to come learn more of Islam.  As the women walked away, he thought of how gullible they must be to listen to him so intently, right in the heart of their own sacred space.  His attention quickly wandered to the next target of his personal mission to convert the Mormons, and he missed seeing those oh-so-gullible women walk up to the nearest Sister missionaries for a quick hug and chat before entering the Salt Lake Temple.