The brisk morning air felt refreshing over Hassan’s forehead as he arose for the dawn prayer. As he finished the final tasleem of prayer and sat on his prayer rug, he thought about the wonders of Allah’s Mercy and how Allah had gifted him with Islam while he was still only 20 years old. He found it hard to believe that only two years ago, he was a typical college guy who had little regard for family, neighbors, or community.
One morning the Sun rose to its splendor and displayed its brilliance over the horizon onto the open grassland of Munir village. The people of the village loved to see the Sun and were overjoyed when the sky was blue and no clouds were in sight.
We didn’t have long. In fact, we had very little time indeed. Scuttling nervously downstairs, we entered the ward and filed down the corridor. We were duly informed that we stood in the C wing. The scent of stale urine accosted my nostrils. The sound of wailing drifted over to me. A hushed atmosphere enfolded me – this was, after all, where people came to die.
His metal walker clattered slightly as he let go, reaching out one hand at a time for the reclining chair behind him. He sat down with a thud, unable to lower himself with control, his body spreading as liquid, moulding to the chair. His prosthetic leg stood out crookedly, a healthy tanned colour against the pallor of this wrinkled white flesh. I straightened it and placed some pillows behind Mr. Neviller.
With the Name of Allah, the Merciful Benefactor, the Merciful Redeemer
*Masjid (Arabic word meaning "place of prostration" In this case it refers to an Islamic Center)
Raymond had been studying Islam for months. When he first learned of it, he was unsure. Determined in his search for Truth, however, he diligently studied the Quran and Islamic books. Finally, on a crisp autumn day, in front of 30 MSA members, Raymond publicly said the shahada for the first time. "Allahu Akbar (God is Greater)" echoed everywhere from the prayer rugs
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