He was such a friendly guy. A Rasta with long hair who lived under the bridge alongside the road to our local supermarket. Each time I walked past him he’d greet me ‘assalaamu alaykum alhamdulillah’ (peace be with you praise be to God in Muslim wording) he wasn’t even Muslim but recognised me as one because of my headscarf. I used to greet him back with a smile.
Then today when I walked past I saw a memorial in his place. He’d passed on. Looking for more news online, I found out he had mental illness too, and died due to breathing difficulties on the 19th July.
Rest in peace Rasta man, I’ll miss you! 