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.