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i," "You sure." "Nam habibi," I murmured. "My father wanted me to a salafist and a violent man. I wanted to be an imam in Makkah but he didn't like that I was religious and pious so did things to me that against nature. He taped me repeatedly and threaten me with acid. "I lived in fear. I was his punching bag and he took it out if I did go to a madrassa from another. "He wanted me to fight the holy war which was more unholy than anything else. "When I went to college to rebel against him. He flew into a psychotic rage and had a heart attack. "It still haunts me to the day" Faisal told me. By the time I was done listening i