When i was like 9 y/o , i used to live in mosque street. I was practicing my new bike that evening. I was circling around the street, from my home to the front of mosque where two men were sitting and watching me practice. After few rounds they called me. As i went to them, they grabbed my bike and asked me where my home was( I guess he didn't know that i lived in the same street cuz i wasnt allowed to go out much except for the school). I pointed to the other street and he said if i ever come practicing around him/the mosque or his direction, then he would cut me into pieces and throw me in the sewers. Then both of them laughed and scared the shit outta me. I ran to home in panic and couldn't forget that thing for weeks.

Like what the fuck man? It was my street too. Maybe because im Hindu? Or maybe they wanted to rape me or something.
I was always curious to go into those slum like houses and also wanted to see what mosque looked like from the inside but that thing changed the way i look at Muslims now forever.