Kissed by a Salafi … a question of evolution

Paul L. Heck (May 22, 2015)

I found myself face to face with a Salafi this evening, he in robe and full beard, his wife cloaked in black, nothing to be seen but her eyes, along with their little boy (about five). He said to me, “If I go to America, I’d be killed as soon as I got off the plane.” By the end of our meeting, he had embraced me with two kisses, one on each cheek. What happened?