“He took a few cups of love, He took one tablespoon of patience, One teaspoon of generosity, One pint of kindness. He took one quart of laughter, One pinch of concern, and then, He mixed willingness with happiness. He added lots of faith, and He stirred it up well then He spread it over a span of a lifetime, and He served it to each and every deserving person He met” – Mohammed Ali
Today I awoke to the sad news that the great Mohammad Ali, boxer, philanthropist and brother in Islam passed away during the night, sparking a wave of mourning which I’ve been reading all mourning – from fellow Americans, fellow Muslims, fellow Asians and African-Americans and sports enthusiasts.
“I am America. I am the part you won’t recognise. But get used to me – black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own. Get used to me.”
Wars of nations are fought to change maps. But wars of poverty are fought to map change.
Many have written how Mohammad Ali changed American culture for them – like them he was American, cool and yet he taught us to be happy in our skin, proud of being brown and yet showing we can still succeed.
To express your condolences, share your stories, or give a donation for Muhammad Ali’s legacy you can visit alicenter.org