Hakim told me to call him Shariff (pronounced ''Shuh-REEF"), when I met him, at the post office on Columbus street, where he often stayed @ night. I see now that Shariff was his middle name.
He was so humble, it compelled you to want to help him, and, after a couple of times buying him food, he began to tell me his preference - whether it was a sub from Subway, or a sandwich, chips, cookies, and a drink from 7-Eleven.
So sad that he is gone.
He was a grateful gentle giant.