To have the Face of a Muslim: Dalle Abraham
On the eve of Uncle D’s wedding, I walked into a room in my Akhakhu’s house, where I found Uncle D and Abdirisak, a madrassah boy, sitting on the bed. I stood by and listened as Abdirisak led my uncle in proclaiming the Shahada. “Ash Hadu…” the madrassa boy said, prompting my uncle to repeat the words. “Ash Hadu…” […]