Travelogue Germany - Part 3

Selimiye Camii Masjid, Neuissenberg, Frankfurt am Main, was the first turkish masjid  that we had been to. In fact we were the first foreign jamaat that came  to the masjid. Initially we faced difficulty in mixing with a handful of turkish namazis that came to the masjid. Abdul Rashid, a moroccan arab brother, had done substantial effort in blending with the turkish community there. He was based at a nearby arab masjid but he was very close with the turkish imam, Imam Yusuf. If you are close with the imam or the baskan (chairman) of any turkish masjid, then consider you are accepted by the other namazis of the masjid. A few other local arabs joined Abdul Rashid in making the effort of dakwah from this masjid, doing intikali jaulah. Abdul Rashid's faithful ghast partner was his 10 years old son, Abdul Karim. 
Ashraf Qureshi, a pakistani, also came from a nearby masjid to make nusrah to our jamaat. He drove us to suburban Langen some distance away, to meet a Malay man in his 50's from Perak. Ashraf Qureshi  had met this man only once before. But in the spirit of muslim brotherhood and  concern for another muslim, Ashraf managed to know where the man lived. The malay man lived with his Polish wife and two teenage daughters. The first time I saw him, he sounded as he spoke deutsch with thick accent (though I would not know the difference either). He was amazed and stunned with our unexpected visit but happily and warmly received us as his guests though I could not say the same about his wife. She looked unsettled and petrified with our presence. He later told us that his wife was terrified that we could be terrorists and tried to stop him from joining us at the masjid. 
He was a jovial person. Having spent an evening with him at the masjid, from asar to after isyak, we could feel his tender love and concern for his daughters. He told us that the only thing he ever explained to his daughters about Islam was once when they were about to go somewhere in a family car, he started the engine and uttered "Bismillah". One of his daughters asked him what was he  saying. He answered that it was a prayer of Islam, that whosoever said it before a journey would be saved. And that was all they knew about Islam.
We parted with the malay man later at night urging him to frequently come to the masjid and to always keep close in the company of fellow muslim brothers. May Almighty Allah guide him and us to the end.