I may do a hub on this. When I was a kid, I read a book . . . Hi Jolly! It was about a young Arab who stole a racing camel from a prince and had to head out of town, fast. He made it to the coast and signed up with some American soldiers who were taking a load of camels to the Arizona desert. They needed trainers, and he was the best. He had been to Mecca (his faith was a big part of the story) so his name was Hadj Ali. When he got to customs in the US, the agent wrote his name as Hi Jolly on the roster.
He had some "wild west" adventures. He was a true believer. His faith and knowledge of the Koran saw him through every adversity and life changing event. I don't know who wrote the book, but they did a good job of presenting the basic tenants of Islam, and how an enlightened believer lives out his days.
After that, I had a Muslim friend from Lebanon. His Dad was military. Back then, we had a moment of silent prayer or meditation to start the school day. It was not directed. My friend would always turn and bow to Mecca. When I asked, he explained. We thought it was cool that he was not shy. We hung around a lot. We didn't talk about God much, but the assumption was . . . we were praying to the same one.