Two extraordinary people…
One is black, one is white…
One is man, one is woman…
One is not handicapped, one is handicapped…
One has motorcycle, one has wheelchair…
One is converted, one is born Muslim…
One is in Africa, one is in Europe…
Two witnesses… two inviters… two sufferers… two fighters… two devoted people… two travelers… two chevaliers… two characters those have virtue of the prophet…
Two shining faces, two divine stories; to warn minds of each of us, to tremble hearts, to revive souls…
I'm talking about two vivid and fresh inviters of modern times. I want to share journey of two hearts which are plain and alone but dauntless and inexhaustible.
Without mask, without make-up… without paying attention to images or prestige… Two names which are symbols of sincerity and uprightness… These two names aren't actually humans but kind of symbols… Two hearts to resist the alienation and which are powerful in the representation and the dawah…
Musa Bangura and Gülseren Gümüş…
Two extraordinary people…
One is black, one is white…
One is man, one is woman…
One is not handicapped, one is handicapped…
One has motorcycle, one has wheelchair…
One is converted, one is born Muslim…
One is in Africa, one is in Europe…
Two witnesses… two inviters… two sufferers… two fighters… two devoted people… two travelers… two chevaliers… two characters those have virtue of the prophet…
Two shining faces, two divine stories; to warn minds of each of us, to tremble hearts, to revive souls…
I'm talking about two vivid and fresh inviters of modern times. I want to share journey of two hearts which are plain and alone but dauntless and inexhaustible.
Without mask, without make-up… without paying attention to images or prestige… Two names which are symbols of sincerity and uprightness… These two names aren't actually humans but kind of symbols… Two hearts to resist the alienation and which are powerful in the representation and the dawah…
Musa Bangura and Gülseren Gümüş…