ABSTRACT
It’s Friday, time for prayer, and time for shopping. Outside the Central Jamaat-E Ahl-E Sunnat mosque, men of all ages are standing around, talking. On Tøyen Street, prams stuffed with groceries are pushed from store to store. Shiny Mercedes, dilapidated family cars, and red city buses fight their way up and down the street. Soon the traffic will come to a halt. But along the sidewalks, children dressed for a day out in the city stroll hand-in-hand with their mothers; women study the purchases in their friends’ shopping totes. Grønland Basar is also popular on Fridays, and at the wine outlet, the cash registers beep incessantly.
