It was February 1988. I was in Bradford, a few weeks after the demonstration on which a copy of Salman Rushdie’s The Satanic Verses had been burned. I was there to interview Sher Azam, president of the Bradford Council of Mosques, and the man who had torched the book. Waiting in the drab building that housed the Bradford Council of Mosques, I heard a familiar voice.
“Hello Kenan, what are you doing here?”
It was Hassan, a friend from London, whom I had not seen for a couple of years. “Good to see you Hassan. I’m doing some interviews about…
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