Category sense of brotherhood and community

Before Islam there was nothing. I was nothing more than a crack head – heroin junkie.

  The wispy, blond locks protruding from his prayer cap make him stand out; that and the thick beard he had been lovingly cultivating. Young, fresh faced with wide innocent eyes, Bilal, formerly known as John, is the baby of the wing. Every Friday there is a giddy excitement in Bilal’s movements as he prepares […]