When I moved to Clinton Hill four years ago, I walked by Masjid-Al-Ihsaan countless times, thinking it was part of the bodega next door. Turns out, it’s not. The yellow brick storefront and rust-colored door have inlaid Arabic phrases. Mr. Melon’s (the bodega) just has a rotating display of avocados and half-priced blackberries. Today I decided to forgo the berries, and walk through the other door for a change.