By Muhammad Al Hussaini

“Do I have to call you ‘father’?” asked the IRA man. “Bloody hell, no!” laughed the Muslim cleric, still baffled and a bit nervous at why on earth he had been called to this surreptitious meeting in the first place.  And so, amid peeling wall paint and the faint background of the Derry traffic, we drank Barry’s Tea and I let yer man do most of the talking, his initially meandering from questions about my Irish music-making into our lively […]