A Normal Boy I was born at The Royal London Hospital, the youngest of four brothers in 1981. A normal boy, no happier boy - I was soon identified the brightest son. My father was a doctor and a lover of Bach, but unaware of my brother’s school conquests. Happy at the seaside or playing in the park – I did not think about north, south, east or west. I will lose my life and I will blind your brother, and I will leave my wife, and you will lose your lover. And I shall succeed, Insha'Allah, so you shall all breathe in the name of Allah. When I was seventeen my mother became ill. I went to university to study biochemistry. My father couldn’t cope, and I smoked a lot of dope, got out my head on coke and whisky. When I was nineteen I went camping in The Lakes with my brothers and their friends to learn those skills for me to be a better man, to lead a better life, through prayer, through strength, through faith and drills. I will lose my life and I will blind your brother, and I will leave my wife, and you will lose your lover. And I shall succeed, Insha'Allah, so you shall all breathe in the name of Allah. I want to do what’s right. I want to carry the fight. Because I've seen the light. I will lose my life and I will blind your brother, and I will leave my wife, and you will lose your lover. And I shall succeed, Insha'Allah, so you shall all breathe in the name of Allah.