The Qurán.

I work in property management currently and one of my residents is just, well, amazing. His name is Alhaji and he is from Sierra Leone; he fought the war for blood diamonds when he was just a boy and was brought over when he was 11. Alhaji lived in Brooklyn for his entire childhood into adulthood and was picked on for being "different" and "talking funny." He has been in gangs throughout most of his life from what he's told me and was raised Muslim. Now my description of him (at 29 years old) is a little different; He is one of the most beautiful, humble people I've encountered in a long time. His accent sounds like music to my ears, almost smooth and creamy in a way. I am inspired by hearing his uprising in Life to the obstacles that made him the person he is. He gave me his grandfathers own personal book of The Holy Qurán. I'm honestly afraid to touch it from the sentimentally rimmed pages of his family's values and beliefs. I am honored. I want to experience so many things in life. Knowledge is power. The ordinary is quite extraordinary. I am grateful, or atleast try to be.