I have to admit I have met several of these characters around the United States
And their story is bizarrely similar. Prison, then Islam.
First thing I do when I visit any new town is find a Pakistani place. I have a weakness for goat meat, and the goat legs are a great strength enhancer for the legs and joints. They're nice people too, at least the ones in the United States.
So, this is where I met all these black folks. They just come there, socialize. Generally, some cleric schedules a rendez-vous and guess where Al-Santa reindeers tonight
These men readily assume I'm muslim and give me a discourse on Islam and their life changing experience as I wait for my stuff. Finally, I bid adieu, "Allahu Akbar" and get out of the place, laughing all the way out.