parvez sharma

“I even wrote my will before I left because I did not know if I would come back alive.”
In a frantic flurry of keystrokes, Mo recalls watching the beheading of a man in public, who he says was rumored to have
I, a mosque-loving Muslim, am against this mosque. The mostly tolerant fabric of the city, which is now my home, is being damaged, irrevocably perhaps, in this discussion.