The first time I was introduced to the Koran was before my teenage years. While my father was still on the more separatist angle of his cultural nationalism, he thought it might be a good idea for me to learn Arabic and study with the Nation of Islam. It lasted one day.
I hated the class and through the fog of memory I recall the impression of men who w…
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