I’ve had a restless night, unable to sleep after the recent verdict related to the killing of Trayvon Martin. I am in the throes of Ramadan, a time of fasting and intensified if not radical reflection for Muslims. Every thought or emotion is magnified a hundredfold in this holy month.
I was making dua (supplication, informal prayer) with my seven-year-old son after evening prayer last night, and I mentioned Trayvon’s family in my dua.
