Addictions in the Muslim world
I dug my toes into the warm sand as I
sat on the beach watching and listening. I was watching Matt swim
and enjoying the scenery. Small fishing boats anchored in the shallow
water near the beach. The sun was slowly sinking in the distance,
creating a picturesque scene on the horizon. I was listening to the
tale of a Muslim man who I had just met. He was pouring his heart
out. He and his brother had been in England for a period of time.
Whilst there, his brother had picked up a serious drug addiction. The
addiction travelled back with him all the way to the small island of
Zanzibar where we were now sitting. The addiction haunted him and his
family and created much sorrow and heartache.
