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"Take me to him," commanded Gareth. It was about time he got to use that scimitar.
That is, until Allāh came. "Mashallāh," whispered Gareth, admiring his new scimitar. Now an Imam, he truly felt connection and purpose. A knock at his door took his attention. Pulling the door open revealed a headscarfed woman, crying. "Imam Jinks, what do I do?!" she blubbered. "My husband doesn't even BEAT me anymore! In fact, he has said sorry and says I have my freedom! He won't let me bring up our child as a Muslim or anything!"