Boys and girls look forward to pizza after Saturday studies in Arabic and the Koran at the East Village’s MaMosque. Many of their parents emigrated from Bangladesh. When it was time to order lunch, one of the boys did so in a strong New York accent, as their teacher spoke little English. Several times a day, an assistant imam stepped outside the front door to perform the call to prayer. Nearby a man sold incense and fragrant oils from a table, downtown moms pushed babies in strollers, and hip denizens of the East Village strolled by in a kaleidoscope of New York culture.