Age: 31. Status: Married. Likes: Nights in with the family. Dislikes: Going to work. Favourite Film: Titanic. Favourite Music: Ahmed Rushdi. The secret life of Asif Hussain. On the surface he appeared quite the family man. Devout mosque-goer. Married for eleven years to Hamid’s elder sister with four kids. Nine to five job at his brothers “fashion factory.” In fact his page made him look like a very upstanding member of the community. Thirty-six photos, mainly of him, the wife and kids, yet one picture looked out of place. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Hussain was sitting in a garden, an old stone wall with trails of ivy behind him. He was off centre, too far to the right of the frame. It was the only picture of him alone, without family or friends all around. Probably taken in a pub beer garden by the looks of table and umbrella. I knew that wall. I mean I didn’t know it but I had seen it somewhere before. It must have been on someone else’s page. After all for nigh on a year that’s all I had looked at, that and BBC news.
