On a warm April morning in 2004, I travelled out to Whitechapel in the East End of London to meet a young Englishman named Sulayman Keeler (formerly Simon Keeler) who was a recent convert to Islam. He was stocky with sharp eyes and a sparse, sandy beard, and was a leading member of the radical Islam…
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