And I guess he spent his whole life looking in the mirror, knowing that he needed to make a real change but just ended up ruining his entire life.

Yeah, so I’m gutted that Michael Jackson has died but how can one not be? For crying out loud, the guy was like the most famous person in the world ever, despite all his actions and ignominy. He was just so talented, so ajeeb, so loved by so many people, and then just his complete collapse into insanity was so so sad.

I grew up with him, with “I’ll be there” as a tiny kid and then “Billie Jean” when I was slightly older. Do you know that I learned the lyrics of “Man in the Mirror” by heart in about 20 minutes? And yes, I still remember much of it all this time later.

A classic story I can remember as a young student in Pakistan was when the local Tablighi elders would swear to me that “their people” had gone to see Michael Jackson in concert (!) and had confirmed – oh yes – confirmed that he was actually a Jinn. Yep, that Jacko was a real and bonafide Jinn. That was right after Jacko did the moonwalk. You heard it right here. And a hundred other places probably.

Jacko had that ability to hold the entire world’s attention from the most irreligious to the religious to the extremists. I remember many bizarre conversations with people who would gladly cut heads off of non-Muslims show affection to Michael Jackson. As for the normal Muslims then how desperate they were to believe all the regular stories of conversions to Islam! Truth be told, in his heyday he polarised us all.

I know it’s not good to publicise people who have done much wrong, but I’m sad at this loss of a human at the very least, and I’m sad for his brother Jermaine especially, and his family for their suffering. And the hearts aren’t held accountable for what they feel. And there’s no shame in that.