I remember when I lived in Amsterdam, I was called by one guy who said, "I know your Muslim, Can you help me? I need a haircut". I found it very very strange as there was nothing about my appearance that said 'Im a Muslim'.
The guy was homeless and he was a Muslim too, From Somalia, I took him to the place i was staying and gave him the haircut he needed, then let him sleep for a while, gave him food and let him listen to some Bob Marley for a while... He loves Bob Marleys music... I became good friends with this guy... and he showed me a peice of paper with his name on it, and told me to never forget his name... To this day I know his name, Farah Hasan and Insha'Allah I'll never forget it. Although I was weary of his intent, it turned out ok and I managed to help him in the little way I could, I think I was nieve and probably could have been putting myself in danger, especially showing him where I lived, maybe in the future i wont be so quick to trust, But then Im left with the dilema of, Do I not help someone out of fear for my own safety? Hmmm... I think I have to do some thinking