In February, I visited Philadelphia for a couple college interviews. Since it was on a Friday, my Uncle and I decided to stop by the Villanova masjid for Jumah prayers. Then I visited their refreshment stand and got myself a samosa (not a fan of, but was hungry) and stale mango juice. I tried to keep from laughing when one of the sisters behind the stand took my money and placed into a children's cashbox (mashaAllah). My cell phone's picture option would have finally come to use, but it would have been pretty rude if I just randomly snapped a shot.
It looked something liket his though:

I'm not making a mockery out of them, astaghfirullah. If you think about it, so many American Muslim communities are disunited over ridiculous politics and in my community's case, it all started with disputes over who owed what, and where the money invested in nonexistent masjid went.
But at some masjids, Muslims wash such matters off their hands; it's like their sincerity is their soap.
“Whoever leaves this world with sincerity to Allah Almighty, the One and Only, and performs the prayers and pays the Zakah will die in the pleasure of Allah.” (Reported by Al-Bukhari and Muslim).

down with power hunger. down with materialism. down with disunity. and down with the people who think we can't do anything to help their Muslim community. (this goes for all of us, first most for me)