Thursday, August 30, 2012

My Interview with PRIDEINDEX.COM! A MUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!


The following is an interview I did with Phillip Esteem for his magazine,, and I must say it went very well!

For those of you still n the fence about purchasing the book, read this interview, and I think you will come away with more insight than you had before!!!!!!!!!!

    Chicago author Brother Hassan Hartley’s  debut  novel “When The Lights Goes Out: The Truth About Black Male Prison Sexuality” is about one’s journey of self-discovery and acceptance.  The book confronts issues of sexual orientation, homophobia and the truth behind the politics of black men in the criminal justice system.
    Hartley is a Black gay male,  former member of the Nation of Islam and ex-convict who served three years in a correctional facility in Virginia.  This book is the culmination of seven years of  research which includes several hours of interviews with convicts.
    PRIDEINDEX (PI): You are very forthcoming with regards to your life story why was it so important to reveal the fact that you’ve served time in prison?
    BROTHER HASSAN (BH): Your question implies that I should be curled up in a ball, hiding in a corner, living my life with a “dirty little secret” for fear of what others think of me. I was never the type to worry about public opinion of anyone. Also, because it adds credibility to my expertise’ on this subject, and allows the reader to be comfortable in the knowledge that, as a former inmate, I know how to effectively communicate in  the language of former and current inmates, to get information from them on their experiences that a behavioral scientist may not be able to secure.
    PI: Where you “scared straight” to go choose a different path in life?
    BH: No. I made the decision to  not return to jail, not out of fear, but because I simply did not have the time as I approached 30 years old to continue to drain my family with the psychological and emotional burden, not to mention the financial burden, of going in and out of prison.  The punitive model for “rehabilitation” in the Prison Industrial Complex is a farce and a joke. It is not the system’s intention to rehabilitate any inmate. Federal resources flow to states, and privatized prisons based on the sheer volume of inmates in the system. They literally make money warehousing human beings. The War on Drugs makes it too profitable for too many Wall Street fat cats for rehabilitation to be a sincere option. I refuse to be a slave on a new plantation.
    PI: What lessons does your story offer LGBT youth that may be facing similar circumstances?
    BH: To hold yourself accountable for everything that you do, and to educate yourself on human sexuality, HIV/AIDS, and to be vessels of thoughtful conversation when dealing with heterosexuals, that they may be enlightened to the humanity of same gender loving persons.
    PI: You’re quite vocal about your disenfranchisement with the Nation of Islam why do you still refer to yourself as Brother Hassan?
    BH: Because I am a Black Brother and my name is Hassan.  The Nation of Islam has NO patent or copyright on the use of the term “Brother,” and it is part of my brand. I am not sure if “disenfranchisement” is the word I would use, as much as “estrangement.” I have been known for the better part of 20 years as Brother Hassan, and it feels great to wear that moniker.
    PI: Were you concerned about any backlash from the Nation of Islam as a result of your speaking about the abuses you faced while a member?
    BH: No. My obligation is to speak truth, regardless of who might be offended by it. My having been molested by a fellow member of the Nation of Islam, then beaten nearly to death by a renegade group of them, was nearly 20 years ago, in a much different time and space, not only for me, but for the Nation of Islam as well. People enjoy scandal, and so the “scandal” (not my term, but what others have described my experience) of having had members of the Nation who were having sex with each other has generated much conversation. That was never my intention. My goal was only to relay the experiences that led me on a journey to learn more about human sexuality among black men to my audience. I have led an unusual, but interesting life. I have a  deep and abiding love for the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, and the Teachings of The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad, but circumstances-bloody, tumultuous circumstances, forced me away from the movement I loved with all my heart.
    PI: Talk about your self-publishing journey.
    BH: I saw it as prudent business sense. Traveling around the country, doing interviews, I was incurring a mountain of debt in gathering information for this book. I did not see the feasibility of allowing a major publisher to profit from my hard work of seven years, while I would not even keep the rights to my work and only get pennies in relation to what a Simon & Schuster or other major publishing house would earn from my work. I decided to stay independent, so that my work would not be watered down, diluted, or compromised by corporate control. As this book prospers, I will reach out to other fellow authors to guide them in the self publishing process as well. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad always said, “Do For Self.”  We need more black owned businesses wherein we can keep the purity of our message intact, while helping the community.
    PI: Why did you write “When the Lights Go Out?”
    BH: I wrote “When the Lights Go Out” because black men, not only in prison, but in America in general, are in what I refer to as an unspoken crisis in sexual identity politics. Our defining of ourselves in relation to our sexual prowess, or our “heterosexuality,” is a dangerous mindset that forces far too many men who are same gender loving or bisexual into a silence that cripples the quality of their life, as well as that of those around them. Unless we as a black community can begin having sustained, thoughtful, mature and nuanced discussions on human sexuality, masculinity, HIV/AIDS, and the relationship going forward between heterosexual black men and women, and same gender loving brothers and sisters, our community will only devolve into a more and more self destructive pattern. This book serves as a unique way to elevate the discourse in that regard.
    PI:  Who does “When the Lights Go Out” speak to?
    BH: It speaks to a variety of groups. The black community in general, whether hetero or SGL, persons who are interested in the dynamics of black male sexuality, no matter what ethnicity, and the LGBT community as well. The dominant refrain I get, no matter who I speak to, is “that is very interesting. I always wondered what goes on in there, and was it like this TV show or that TV show…” The academic community can also extrapolate some good info from this book as well. The advantage I have over a sociologist or behavioral scientist, is that I have witnessed and lived many of the things I write about, and I know precisely how to speak to inmates in their language, without seeming contrived or phony.
    PI: I understand that you wrote this book based on research, interviews of others and so forth, how come you did not include your own experiences?
    BH: DidI weave my own experiences in throughout the book to guide the reader into better understanding of the research I conducted. I did not; however want to rely on my own experience when writing this book. What I learned was that everyone’s experience, based on region, religion, educational level, and other social factors, is vastly different from prison to prison.
    PI: What do you hope to accomplish by writing this book?
    BH: An intelligent national discourse about not only black men and human sexuality in prison, but black male sexuality in general. Prison is merely a microcosm of the reality black men face in terms of human sexuality overall, only without the fuss and bother of political correctness and thoughtfulness.
    PI: I’ve heard a few former incarcerated straight identified males say that while locked up they did whatever they had to survive, including have gay sex; however none of them admitted to enjoying it.  What do you have to say about that?
    BH: Very, very possible. There is a distinct difference between sexual behavior and sexual orientation. For example, if I slept with a woman tomorrow, would I now be heterosexual? No. My orientation is still same gender loving, even thought the sexual act I engaged in at that moment, was heterosexual sex. Society says, and particularly black women, that the reverse is not possible, and they get immediately grossed out by the notion of two men being together, if one of them is interested in her. On a deeper level, many hetero blacks think of homosexuality as a virus that, once you engage in it, even one time, you remain infected with it forever and thus not an eligible mate.
    PI: What is the biggest misconception that people have about same sex relationships behind bars?
    BH: That they are based on intimidation and rape. Among black inmates, this is far, far less common than with other ethnic groups. They are more focused on loyalty and fulfillment of each other’s emotional and sexual needs than many would even dare to imagine. Some of the most loving relationships I have ever had were with men behind bars. Less shallow than many gay men I have met on the street, which is more focused on looks as opposed to substance.
    PI: This is Volume One of “When the Lights Go Out” when are you going to release the next volume?
    BH: September 2013 giving this book a year of solid promotion.
    PI: What next for you professional?
    BH: Continue writing books, and promoting the screenplays I have written as well. I just finished a screenplay entitled, “Bo’s Ring,” which is about the life and murder of Emmett Till in 1955. It is a great screenplay!
    PI: When and where do you plan on promoting this book?
    BH: I have done several radio interviews, massive marketing on social media, and I have just hired a PR firm to gain further press coverage on a national level. Stay tuned!
    For more information visit

    Monday, August 27, 2012


    New shipment has arrived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Order your copy today, folks! Thanks SO MUCH for allowing me to sell out completely in my first shipment of 500 copies(which was a risky move to even order that many without knowing if they would sell), and now we are re-stocked and will be shipping out the pre-orders for this run ASAP!!!!!!!!

    NOTE: The cost of the book is $20.00, plus a small shipping and handling fee.

    If that is too steep for you, that's OK...this book isn't for everyone....the price is well worth it, and it has been selling terrifically! So whatever you won't do,not to sound shady, the next person will...that's how capitalism and supply/demand works.

    You spend $20 to see a movie, or purchase a DVD, or go to a club, right???????You can't even get lunch in some cities for $20.00... So why not get some knowledge?????"When The Lights Go Out: The Truth About Black Male Prison Sexuality" is, in my judgment, a great guide into how black men process their own understanding of human sexuality and relate to each other.

    My book is the culmination of a study that I conducted among over 2,000 current and former black male prison inmates, a study of human sexuality, sexual identity politics within the prison social fabric, and the separation of fact from myth as it relates to long held stereotypes of prison sexual abuse. I examine the role of education, religion, hip-hop, homophobia, and the impact of what I call a "manhood vacuum" on young black men in prison, who are being trafficked in and out of the system at annual rates higher than the population of black slaves in the U.S. in 1850, shortly before the Civil War. As so many millions of young black men are captured and warehoused in prisons, sexuality, sexual contact, and the possibility of massive HIV and other STI infections being brought home to millions of black women( and other men) cannot be ignored, and my book takes a provocative, nuanced, thoughtful look into a world that most Negroes are either too scared or too homophobic to have healthy discussions about. Find out what really happens, When The Lights Go Out. 


    P.S. The E-Book version is sold exclusively on my website, as well, and it goes for $15.00. Again, if you think that is too expensive, happy trails and God Speed. Do not inbox me, post nasty comments, run up 65 emails to me trashing me about "its too high a price". If you can't afford it, or don't want to spend a mere $15.00 for something that may enlighten and engage you in ways you never thought before, then keep it moving. 

    To all of you silly self published authors that got tricked into selling your books on Amazon for $0.99, and now you can't afford to buy my book, don't hate on me because I am in control of every stage of the self publishing process. I keep ALL the royalties from my book sales, and I don't have to give Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or Itunes 55% of my hard earned coin. You chose to make them rich while you whine about $15.00 e-books. The one account I do have on Amazon, allows me to be in complete control of my royalties, and only pay them a small fee. No way in Hell could I see working my butt off, making a good product, and then giving 55-70% of my royalties to a company that barely promotes my product.

    You all are silly. The fact that some of my fellow self published Negro authors whined about my price, shows me that they got trapped in the game and they are mad about it....LOL

    Anyhow...thanks once again and let's get it CRACKIN! ORDER YOUR COPY TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Thursday, August 23, 2012

    SOLD OUT!!!! THANKS GUYS!!!!!!!


    Hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!

    Just a quick note to thank ALL of you that supported my book, "When The Lights Go Out: The Truth About Black Male Prison Sexuality" with your dollars...we are now SOLD OUT of our first 500 printed copies!

    500 isn't gonna get me on the New York Times Bestseller List, but as a self published author, with little media coverage, it is HUGE! I'm so humbled and proud!!!!!!!!!

    You can still get E-Book copies for your Ipad, Kindle, Nook, or other tablet, however..


    I have just placed another order, and more copies will be available On August 27th, 2012,so if you want to place orders for the next round of copies, DO IT NOW. If you have not gotten your copy yet, be sure to cop it now before it sells out again!

    Thanks Again!


    Brother Hassan

    Sunday, August 19, 2012

    Coming Soon: Sex, Checks, and Videotape: Volume 1!!!!!(Excerpt)

    There Kevin stood, sex feet two inches tall, light caramel complexion, goatee, looking like Montell Jordan with a bald head. Lord have mercy this muthafucka is fine!  I couldn’t stop staring at him. He winked at me, and I almost shit in my pants. He is feeling me? Oh my God!  I thought to myself. He was dancing with this sexy, dark brown skinned shorter guy named Trey, so I figured he was just flirting with me because he saw how nervous( and stalkerish in my staring at him) I was.

     I walked away, put some cold water on my face, and wiped off to cool myself down.  Then a voice from behind me shook me to my core.

    You didn’t have to run off like that. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to dance with me”, a baritone voice whispered in my ear. It was Kevin.  Staring directly in my eyes, he looked through me like a freshly cleaned glass. His eyes were warm and friendly, and he smelled even better.
    I’m sorry, I just needed to wipe my face. I was sweating a lot”, I said nervously,lying.

    Your face looks fine to me. My name is Kevin, and you are?” he replied.

    Perfect. This gorgeous man pursuing me, wasting no time, assertive but not too aggressive, suave, and yet gentlemanly. I had been getting a few, “ What’s up. Do you wanna fuck?”’s already, and I wasn’t about to tolerate another one, even if he was  phyner than  a bottle of 1956 Don Perignon.

    Hassan here, nice to meet you Kevin”, I said, this time letting my hands out of my pockets to shake his. He had a firm grip, but surprisingly small hands. Small hands, equals small dick, I thought to myself. He made me even love pronouncing my own name to him. I had legally changed my name from Jason as a teenager, due to my Muslim conversion.

    So, you never answered my question?” Kevin said, with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
    For a second, I got lost in his smile. Wow, this guy takes amazing care of his teeth. Peering up at him from my momentary dental daze, I came back to reality.
    What question is that, Kevin?” I replied coyly.

    We were now two men standing in the bathroom of a club, making eyes at each other, holding conversation, while guys walked in and out of the stalls
    Will you dance with me, Hassan?” he repeated with a more forceful, yet playful tone.

    Despite having two left feet, I agreed. We danced for hours to songs such as “Everybody Wants to Be Somebody” and “Keep Pushing on”, club classics. We danced to house remixes of some of my favorite songs, Michael Jackson’s “Scream”, Mariah Carey’s “Fantasy”, and many, many more. My friends were stunned to see me having so much fun with anyone. They were calling me “Two Hand Hassan”, a glaring reference to my having both of my hands stuffed into my pockets in a nervous tizzy.

    Kevin and I exchanged pager numbers,( I was still living at home with Mom for the summer, while on summer break), and agreed to chat the following day. Is he The One? I asked myself. The following day, I looked in my pockets . I had accumulated six numbers the night before, and wanted to weigh my dating options immediately. Kevin was obviously at the top of the list, but nothing was ever certain. As I unfolded the slips of paper and napkins that contained the numbers of Reggie, Chris, Kevonte, Darnell, Lamar, and Kevin, I counted only five numbers.

    Reggie? Check. Chocolate sexy cutie.

    Lamar? Check. Brown skinned, slim, but gave me “thug” vibes. Check.

    Kevonte? Young dude like me, but sexy as hell. Check.

    Chris? 40 year old muscle dude that put my hand on his dick? Check.

    Darnell? Brown skinned, average looking but sweet. Check.

    Oh NO!


    I lost Kevin’s number!!!!!!!!!!

    I sat on the bed, despondent, pissed at myself for losing the number of the one guy in the club I wanted to talk to the most. How could I allow this to happen? How irresponsible was that? What would happen if I see him again and he asks me why I didn’t call him? Was this an ominous sign from God that I should stay away from him? I racked my brain for 30 minutes, scouring through the lint in my pants pockets to see if I merely misplaced the number in one of the many pockets of my pants.
    Nope.  Nothing.

    I laid on my bed, saddened, wishing that I had been more prudent in my care of this caramel cutie’s number. As I got up to fix lunch, my pager went off. I was in such a foul mood, I was not up for catty conversations from any of my friends about my first night at the club. My maiden voyage had been an unqualified success.  None of that mattered to me, however, as my top priority was dashed, presumably laying on the ground outside the club. I fixed the turkey and cheese sandwich with Miracle Whip and sauntered back into my room, ready to eat my sorrows away. My pager kept buzzing, as I had not even bother to look at it.  Finally I grabbed it as the vibrating sensation began to annoy me. It was Daryl, one of my friends that took me out. Get this over with, I thought. I picked up the phone and called him.

    Hey girl!” he shouted, in his usually loud, shrill voice.
    Hey Daryl” I replied, munching on my sandwich, waiting for him to recap the evenings events in as flamboyantly, and stereotypically, as gay a manner as possible.
    Girl, you debuted at the top of the charts bitch!” he shouted.

     I couldn’t help but laugh at his quick witted retorts. His gift of gab was legendary throughout Chicago, and he took me under his wing right away, after we met off of a local partyline. We met, decided we would be friends( he was not cute at all to me, but I loved his spirit). He was also king of gossip, so I wanted to run the names of all the guys I met from the night before through his “dick database”, his internal storehouse of gossip, scandal and dirt he had on most of gay Chicago. He was almost always right if the dirt was bad. I proceeded to put my sandwich down, and get to the nitty gritty.

    Alright bitch, what’s the tea on Chris, the older guy I met? You know, Mr. Muscles?” I quizzed.

    Chile, that old queen  stays cruising for young boys.  His last lover was 23, and he bought the boy a car, only to find out the boy was getting fucked by his best friend!”

    He remarked with a confidence that assured me that this “tea” was probably accurate.  

    How old did he tell you he was???” Daryl asked.

    he said 40”, I replied.

    GIRRRRRL  please! She is close to 50! She got coins and dick though, from what I heard”,  Daryl said, with almost a touch of reflectiveness in his voice.

    Ok, so he is almost 50 but looks much younger than his age, he is sexy, and he has a body to die for, and prefers young men like me. These are bad things? Shit, sign me up! I’ll be a kept boy toy.. especially if the dick is big like you say it is!”, I replied, laughing. We both fell out giggling like two school kids after a practical joke.
    OK so what about-“ I began to speak, before he interrupted me.

    Who was that dude you was dancing with all night? Baby he was gorgeous!” Daryl exclaimed.

    Oh that was Kevin. Yea he is great looking, right???” I replied.

    You better get up on that, bitch. If he is single, he won’t be for long”. Said Daryl, emphatically.
    I decided to cut the conversation off at this point, having been reminded of my folly in not keeping up with Kevin’s number. Just as I was struggling to get Daryl off the phone, my pager went off again. Strange number, I thought. Must be one of the five dates I met.

    “Gotta take this call”, I said to Daryl, and rushed him off the phone. For all of Daryl’s conversational ability, he did not know when to shut that trap of his. “Goodbye” meant  “we will talk ten more minutes” in his motor mouth world of shade, tea, gossip and reading. Finally, after getting his talkative self off of the phone, I dialed the number that had just paged me.

    Hello, did someone just page Hassan from this number? I quizzed.
    “Yes, how is my dancing partner doing today?” the voice replied.

    It was Kevin.

    I tried as hard as I could to contain my excitement. I talked to Kevin while silently doing the Cabbage  Patch dance in nothing more than a pair of basketball shorts. Kevin and I talked for over an hour, moving from politics, to sports, to music, to clubbing. We clicked. The connection was immediate. We made arrangements for me to come by his North Side apartment later that evening. He wanted to cook for me, and we would watch the videotape of Philadelphia, the Tom Hanks/Denzel Washington movie about a man fired from his job for having AIDS. 

    We can discuss HIV/AIDS and I can get in his head about where he was on that, I surmised. I was also no dummy. I had the hots for this guy, and the possibility of hot, nasty, raunchy sex was real and palpable. I decided to shower both right then on the spot, and then shortly before I leave later to assure that everything was squeaky clean.

    That night was electric. Although neither of us fit the other’s age requirement(he was 28, while I, only 21, and we both liked men over 30), our connection was amazing.  We watched the movie, chatted, kissed, laughed, and then finally we went to his bedroom. What then ensued was more than three hours of kissing, licking, sucking, munching, slapping, and foreplay unlike any I had ever had. I sucked his dick with such intensity that I ejaculated while doing it, a first for me. We stood in the window overlooking the city, butt naked, kissing, groping, touching like Michael Douglas and Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. 

    I felt utterly submissive to him, and I loved feeling that way. He didn’t just fuck me. He made love to me. My worries about him having a small dick were quickly dashed when he pulled his boxer briefs off to reveal a long, perfectly sized caramel dick that matched his skin tone perfectly. I was ambiguous about what my sexual position would ultimately be for over a year, and wasn’t big on intercourse at all. On this night, every fiber of my being wanted to please his mind, body, soul and dick in whatever way he commanded. He asked me if it was OK that he was a top, and I said, emphatically, “Hell yes. Baby just wants to please Daddy”.

     He was turned on by that, and we would fuck  for hours with him being  captivated about how, with such little experience(my hole was tight as hell), I could be so sexually unrestrained and eager to please him.
    I would ride his dick, lean back(I am super flexible), and suck his pretty toes while bouncing up and down on his dick. This drove him crazy with pleasure. He then flipped me over on my back, where once again, I showed my faux-gymnast chops by sucking my own toes while he pounded me mercilessly.

      “Where did you learn how to do that??” he whispered.

    Just felt the moment and knew I could do it, Daddy. You want me to stop Daddy?” I asked softly, sensually, while gripping his dick with my hole in such a way that almost brought him to his knees.

    He looked at me with such lust in his eyes, and whispered, “Hell naw. Daddy likes making Baby feel good”,and then began sucking my toes as well.  For some reason, I felt more comfortable trying these things with him than anyone before that point. The lust in me made me creative, almost athletic. Even as a bottom, I knew how to take control, and make my entire body let him know that I want that dick.

    I craved it.

    For the rest of that summer, I never missed an opportunity to take the hour and 15 minute trip from the South Side, to the North Side to please “Daddy".....

    Daddy” never turned it down, either.

    I grew sadder and sadder as the summer ended, due to my having to go back to school that fall. I was “big cheese” on campus, and strode around with confidence and control, being one of the most popular students there. With Kevin, however, I felt weak and helpless. I was falling in love with this man, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

    Paul Ryan Defends Stimulus in 2002 Under Bush, is AGAINST it when Obama Does It!


    Monday, August 13, 2012

    Politics, Paul Ryan, and why NONE of These Candidates will Address The War On Drugs and Black Men in Prison!

    Hey everyone!

    How much are you willing to bet that at NO POINT will the War On Drugs and it's targeting of Black and Latino men be discussed in this years Presidential Election???????

    Can you see Mitt Romney discussing it?  *falls to the floor@the notion*

    Can you see Paul Ryan, who wants to gut Medicare, Social Security and "Obamacare", talking about black men incarcerated for low-level drug offenses at higher rates than white males?

    *cackles@that notion*

    Here is the wig-snatcher though.....

    Can you see the first African American President of the United States bringing it up in debate???

    *crickets* (please click on this for MAXIMUM EFFECT)

    And THAT is the real gag.....

    If you read my book,WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT , you will see that politicians  are averse to discussing this, because far too many people make far too much money, off of the incarceration of black men in American prisons....


    Friday, August 3, 2012

    WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT: The Truth About Black Male Prison Sexuality

    Greetings, WVON  listeners!

    Thank you for the opportunity to speak with you and our brother, Kendall Moore tonight aboty black men, human sexuality and prisons!  CLICK HERE for your copy of this groundbreaking work TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!


    Thursday, August 2, 2012

    A Special Message from Brother Hassan's Publishing, LLC

    Hey guys!

      Just wanted to drop a quick note to all of you to clarify, as nicely as I know how, how the whole process of obtaining my book, "When The Lights Go Out: The Truth About Black Male Prison Sexuality" works.

    1). You can go to and purchase a copy at any time!. Paperback version is $20.00, E-Book format is $15.00. It will get to you much faster if you go through my website. If you are the type that "only does Amazon" because it is a label named spot for book purchases, then expect to receive my book in about two weeks, as opposed to two business days. Amazon is on their own timetable, not mine. I have no control over how they process book fulfillment orders. I generally autograph all copies purchased through my website.  We here at Brother Hassan's Books are working on getting the e-book version instantly downloadable on our site, so please bear with us. As we get your order we will send it as fast as we can.

    2)I love all of you dearly. I truly do. However, do not inbox me or ask me in any setting for a free copy of my book. Not being stingy, or selfish, or greedy, but I have devoted a lot of time and hard work into this three-volume series, and unless you have verified press credentials, we will not be sending out any more free copies. That comes at great expense to us, and just because you created a Facebook group, or have some gossip website, does not entitle you to special treatment. I get the whole marketing/networking thing...I really do....however, it is a slap in the face to any author, when some Negro always expects other people to give them your hard work, when they will not even appreciate it. We are not concerned if other authors have enabled your sense of entitlement. We here at Brother Hassan's Books are not here for that.

    3). We here at Brother Hassan's Books, are not printing hardcover copies at this time. Some of you all seem offended by this, and we regret that you feel this way. However, we are a business, and until business gets to the point where we can purchase bulk inventory of hardcover copies at a reasonable price, we have to work within our limited budget. We do not invoice customers either. One must purchase a copy, and then it will be sent.

    Thank you guys soooooooo much for your understanding! As we get bigger, we will be making changes as needed!


    Brother Hassan

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