Who killed my son and why?

Bismillah, Ir-Rahman, Ir-Rahim (In the name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Merciful).
In less than two weeks is November 9th, what would have been my son's 22nd birthday.
I still don't know who killed my son or the circumstances behind his murder. I am very frustrated that no one in the household was aware of any unusual or have found out any information since. My efforts to contact any of his friends on line have been futile thus far. My appeals from this blog has apparently fallen on deaf ears.
No one from the household has left any comments thus far. Only my second oldest son and Jibril's brother, Sulaiman sign up as a follower but has not left a comment. I can only theorize as to want happen to cause my son's death. My current theory is based on a dream I had of him some weeks ago.
In the dream I had died and was going through some sort of machine where I was being washed over and over again. I came out at the end and I became unwrap from the "burial" sheets. Just then my son's corpse appeared next to me wrapped up. Then he became unwrapped also then he came back to life. We both hugged and embraced each other as we started walking off. I remember both of us saying to one another, "This is the life!" (as opposed to the life of the world we left). At some point we started running along side each other. However the dream made a strange turn. Suddenly we were in on a prison tier wearing green prison jumpsuits (the same type as the working men inmates wore in Baltimore Central Booking were I last worked in Md). His was pulled down around his waist while mine was fully on. I asked him why is he in prison when he was not imprisoned while he was alive? He replied but I don't remember what he said. Just then we were in the middle of the tier next to a female correctional officer, I believe. Then a young woman who I can describe as brown skinned with dark brown hair which came down to her shoulders, seemingly came out of one of the cells down to hall towards us with something in her hands. When she reached us something happened which I don't know exactly what but Jibril and I took off running down the tier in the direction she came from. Then I turned toward Jibril but the person running next to me was not Jibril. The person next to me was a white boy with blondish hair under his chin which was straggly and I could see his blond hair sticking out from underneath the green cloth kufi(?) he was wearing. I immediately turned back aroung toward the place of the incident to look for Jibril. As I got to the place the dream ended. When I woke I realized that this individual I saw may have been my son's killer and I had to fight the urge to jump in my vehicle and zoom up to Dundalk, MD where my son was murdered. I now theorize that perhaps this young lady I saw in the dream had I crush on my son though I don't believe, according to what every one said in the household, that they were romantically involved. I think that the whiteboy must have become jealous of Jibril because he wanted her attention. When she rejected him for Jibril, he decided he wanted to kill Jibril. Only Allah (God) knows best who killed my son and why. I pray to Allah that He reveals my son's killer and the circumstances surrounding his death. Lastly, as a Muslim I believe in life after death. I am firm in my knowledge that my son is still alive eventhough I no longer could see him. I do feel his presence often so I know he is near. We will see each other again some day.
"Do not think of those who are slain in Allah's way as dead. Nay they live, finding their sustenance in the Prescense of their Lord; They rejoice in the bounty provided by Allah: and with regard to those left behind, who have not yet joined them (in their bliss), the (Martyrs) glory in the fact that on them is no fear, nor have they (cause to) grieve." Alay-Imran(3):169-170

The Purpose for This Blog

Bismillah, Ar-Rahman, Ar-Rahim (In The Name Of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful)Thank You, Family. Please info others of the blog and keep the comments coming in. There may be some good news. Jibril's mother as I mentioned in the comment hired a lawyer. She has informed me that he said that he is confident that the case will be re-opened. I pray to Allah(God) that it is His will for it to happen. Even if this takes place, and a successful investigation takes place resulting in the capture and conviction of the murderer(s) of Jibril, we still have families out there who lost their loved ones in the same manner. It is my greatest hope that in solving the murder of my beloved son, Jibril that all of these cases will be also solved. As a Muslim father I have a responsibility to my children even in death.
This past Saturday I visited Jibril's grave for the second time since we buried him.
Some grass had grown over the grave marker(plaque). I had to reach down and tear it away from it. Then I led a prayer (du'a-which means a personal prayer) over his grave.
We (my wife and our children) went to Baltimore to drop Muhammad (my youngest by my first marriage)home. I then read surat-ul-Ya Sin (36th chapter in the Qur'an) which protects him from torment in the grave for 40 days. After every salah (formal prayer done 5 times a day facing Mecca)I make a special du'a for his soul. My son honored me by being a good son. He had as much love and admiration for me as I had for him. This blog honors the life of my son and seeks to be a tool to find out the person(s) responsible for his death and the circumstances that caused it. Insha'Allah (God-willing), JUSTICE FOR JIBRIL WILL MEAN JUSTICE FOR ALL!

My son, Jibril Abdul-Qadir Mustafa

Bismillah ir Rahman ir Rahim. (in the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful)
My name is Abdul Halim Fadil Mustafa a/k/a Abu Jibril (father of Jibril). My beloved son Jibril Abdul-Qadir Mustafa was murdered at his residence on the morning of Feb. 24th of this year(2009) at around six o'clock that morning after he came home from work. He was found by his sister (my daughter) hung in the basement ,where he slept, by the basement door. His feet were on the floor as his body was leaning. He had a blue scarf around his neck. His mother and his step-father tried in vain to revive him. He was taken to Johns Hopkins Bayview and pronounced dead at 7:22am. His mother( my ex-wife) called me at exactly 9:00am to tell me my beautiful son, good companion and friend was dead. He was 21 years old.
What followed his death made it even more disturbing. According to his step-father (one of his daughters was also a witness) when the police (Baltimore County Police Dept) arrived, they did not take any fingerprints or secure the crime scene. They automatically assumed it was a suicide though no note was found nor any evidence that he jumped off of anything. Also as I mentioned, his feet were on the floor. My son also had a gash on his nose. The basement ceiling is low. I could easily put my hands on the beam that my son was hung from (I am 5'6"). This made me realized that my son was incapacitated (i.e., knocked unconscious) then hung.
I raced from North Carolina, where I moved to with my current wife and our children in June 2008, to Maryland almost immediately when I got the news. As a Muslim I was responsible to bury my son. I had to was his body as our religion requires and prepare him for burial. I along with 4 of his childhood friends who also relocated to Baltimore from New York, as we did in 1996, helped me wash his body. While washing his body, I noticed two circular burn marks on his left side of his chest above his heart. When I returned to N.C. I did some research on-line. I found that those marks were consistent with the wounds of a stun gun. This answered my question as to what incapacitated my son. But many questions remain.
My son was not an evil person. He was enterprising, dependable and reliable. My first born and I were close. After his mother and I divorced in 2002, I remained extremely close to him and my other 3 children, his siblings, from that relationship. Before I moved to N.C. I was constantly over to visit and once he was able to drive he would constantly visit me along with his siblings. His stepfather taught him how to buy and sell homes. Jibril and I would drive around the neighborhood which I resided in (Gwynn Oak) and look for houses to buy for this purpose. We often shared information on several topics which we had mutual interest. I was with him when he got the job which he held at the time of his death. Before he bought his last car we went car shopping; just him and me. I held him in my arms as soon as he was born. I taught him how to read and write. I taught him how to play football. I was there when he scored his first high school touchdown. I made all of his home games that year. My son made me proud. He was a "Shining Star", not a gangbanger,dope dealer , drug addict nor a negative person by any stretch of the imagination. Once I moved to N.C., we both work nights, we would talk on the phone while we were at work. My son and I had the perfect father and son relationship.

It is difficult at best to describe the pain of losing my first born especially when he was just beginning to experience real adulthood. He got approved for a loan to buy a home to reside in the day before he was murdered. He was a much loved individual. Everyone had the same opinion about Jibril. He was a mentor and a big brother to all of his younger siblings including those of my current marriage and his step-siblings of his mother's current marriage. He was a younger brother and friend to his older sister (of his mother's first marriage). When he was a small child we used to call him "Cool Mo J" (after the rapper Cool Mo Dee who was popular around the time when he was small), because of his calm demeanor.

This is the person that the BALTIMORE COUNTY POLICE DEPT AT NORTHPOINT STATION DID NOT KNOW. THEY FAILED TO INVESTIGATE MY SON'S MURDER. THEY CALLED IT A SUICIDE INSTEAD DOING THEIR JOB!

Unfortunately, I have discovered via internet that I am not alone. There are other cases primarily in Florida and Mississippi where other young and/or enterprising black men have been killed similar to my son. Their local police dept also called their deaths suicide though their famillies found no reason for that claim.
I am asking all that knew Jibril, family, friends, aquaintences to reply to this blog. If your son or relative was killed in a similar manner to my son's, please also reply. Finally if anyone have any information as to who killed my son and for what reason please reply.