I am

I Am By [redacted] As “[redacted]” (me) lay in his bunk lockdown 24/7 at Lee County, he dropped his head for the first time in tears. He asked the lord (Allah) “What is a real man?” Although “[redacted]” knew a number of languages, studied his Qur’an and moved with opulence, He still inquired about a “real man”. “The general population calls me smart and highly educated,” [redacted] told the Lord (Allah) on his knees. And I was such a fool that I actually believed them all. The Lord (Allah) replied, “Why should you not think you're a real man? You help those in need and 1 day you will make a great scholar in Ohio.” “That may be,” [redacted] said. “So, what’s the problem,” the Lord (Allah) replied. But I do not know that I am. I do not wish to suffer but these material miseries are forced upon me. I neither know where I’ve come from nor where I’m going, but yet people are calling me a real man. I am satisfied, but in truth I am such a great fool that I know not what I am. If we do not know who we are, how can our activities be proper? If we are mistaken about our identity, We will also be mistaken about our activities. Note: [redacted] speaking for all of us, for this is our present situation.