seeing the overwhelming love and outpouring on my timeline about the passing of Muhammad Ali is bringing tears to my eyes. as Muslims, he embodied the resilience of our faith and served as a vehicle for understanding and compassion towards our religion. i think every little Afghan kid in America knew the name “Ali” in our households. he shed light on the plight of Afghans and visited our motherland.
all of our hearts are heavy. the Ummah is in pain, but “…Verily, when a calamity strikes the Believers, do they say ‘From God we came and to Him we shall return”.
he was a hero to all but he touched a Muslim’s heart in more ways than one. a social justice warrior for African Americans, Muslims, and all marginalized people across the globe.
I don’t smoke, but I keep a match box in my pocket. When my heart slips towards a sin, I burn the matchstick & heat my palm with it, then say to myself, “Ali you can’t even bear this heat, how would you bear the unbearable heat of Hellfire?”