One acquaintance told me.

I went to church on Saturday. There is a lower entrance.

The church, he cried out. A fifty-year-old aunt with a boy.

Hand (year seven, obvious Caucasian outwardness) and timidly asks:

Can my grandson and I go to church?

And why not?

- Well... He is in our Muslim faith...Papa is there...

They seem to be forbidden...

Come in, sister, as far as I know, we have this for us.

No one has been stoned.