Mo’min

“Mama, you remember Mo’min don’t you?”  Zayd asks me with wide eyes one night before we pray ‘Isha.“Yeah,” I nod as I recall the image of the well-mannered, pleasant boy who was Zayd’s friend in elementary school.  He moved to another school after a couple of years and we only saw him and his family occasionally after that at local community events.“Well he goes to my high school now but Mama, he’s different now.  I mean really different.”I look at Zayd’s unusual facial expression.  I … [Read more...]


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