Background:

Back in his quiet sand-brushed village, everyone called Habibi Hameed their brother.Whether he was setting up rugs for prayer or cooking up a giant pot of halal stew, Hameed’s presence made everyone feel like they belonged.

Some say he once gave away his lunch, his sandals, and his umbrella — all before noon.

Now a resident of Dumplingville, Habibi Hameed hasn’t changed a bit. He still walks like time is patient, offers peace before advice, and wears his warmth like a well-loved prayer rug — always present, never flashy, and stitched with care.