Somewhere in 2000 I am rushing to mosque for Zuhr (afternoon) prayers, I grab few friends with me as I know it is a good deed to invite more people to a noble cause. Especially calling those you love to the right path; after will you like your younger brother burning in hell fire?

I notice there is a man with long beard, wearing army camouflage jacket with a lean-slender physique in the first row just behind the Imam (prayer leader). After prayer the Imam announces that a Commander has joined us today and will like Continue reading