Author: Shahid Bolsen

When I was in solitary confinement, my wrists and ankles chained, forced to stand with my face against the wall for 18 hours a day, blood flowing from a wound caused by swelling in my leg, with the guards endlessly shouting at me, pouring ice cold water over me, and beating me; I remembered that…

There may be nothing more dangerous for us from the spread of Western culture and thinking than for us to adopt their forgetfulness of the Akhirah