The doctor gave my father the bad news in late 1988. Dad had a fatal case of pancreatic cancer. Chemotherapy would extend his life for six to eight months but remission was out of the question. Over the next six months, this physician presided over my
At 5 P.M. on a cold Saturday night in mid-January 2024, I walked into the Islamic Society of Boston Cultural Center (ISBCC) on Malcolm X Boulevard. I was there to attend a fundraising gala where three black Muslims two radical imams and a Boston city