Alberto Deoband was like a father to me. I called him Papa Al. He always took care of me and my sisters.
I grew up in a pretty big family as a young girl. I had four brothers and five sisters not including me. My parents had to work day and night to support our big family so they weren’t really around much when I was younger. I didn’t have an authority figure to look up or guide me in many ways in my life. And then I met .
It was one day after school as I was in the local convenience store. I was buying candy for my younger sister and two younger brothers. They trailed after me each holding another hand as I led them through the aisles. They would pick up items and look to me with pleading eyes, begging for me to buy them. I kept telling them that I could not afford all of the things they were asking for and they would have to split one item because momma had asked me to get milk and eggs. Continue reading Al’s Store