Islam didn’t come to me in a book or a lecture. It came to me in the mountains. I had always loved them. They were my escape, a place where the world fell away. I’d climbed them many times, drawn by their raw beauty. But it was a beauty I could only observe, like a painting behind glass. I saw the landscape, but I couldn't hear its language. But this last time… something was different. I stoo...
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