Community Brussels, Belgium 1 min read 187 words

The School That United Brussels

When the flood came, our community hall became the only institution that stayed — Muslim and non-Muslim alike.

The the community hub on Park Road was barely a food bank — a converted office building. But when the flood came, it became the only institution that stayed.

Sister Aminah started it with her own savings. 'The Prophet fed people. He didn't check their religion first,' he said.

A white man named Frank came every week. One day he asked to help serve. He said, 'You fed me when my own church didn't know I was hungry.'

Frank isn't Muslim. But he comes every Friday, runs the Saturday session, and tells everyone about 'his food bank.'

We've taught 500 children and counting. The local MP noticed. A journalist from a TV crew visited. But the real story isn't the numbers. It's the quiet dignity of service.

The Prophet (SAW) said the best of people are those who are most beneficial to others. He didn't add conditions. He didn't say 'beneficial to other Muslims.' He said people. All people.

That's what we do on Park Road. We serve. We don't ask questions. And somehow, in the serving, we find the faith we'd been looking for all along.

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