Biography
Hussain was born in Leeds General Infirmary and raised in Holbeck, West Yorkshire, Leeds, England the youngest of four children. His father, Mahmood, worked in a factory, while his mother, Maniza, was an interpreter for South Asian families at Leeds General Infirmary. At the time of the bombing, Hussain was living with his brother Imran and sister-in-law Shazia.
Hussain received his primary education at Ingram Road Primary School, Holbeck. In September 1998, he began his secondary education at South Leeds High School — formerly the Matthew Murray High School. Maintaining a good attendance record, he received GCSEs in English language, English literature, maths, science, Urdu, and design technology and a GNVQ in business studies in 2003. Hussain went on to attend Thomas Danby College in Leeds, earning a AVCE in business the same year as the attacks. He was a member of the Holbeck Hornets football team and the local cricket team. When he left Matthew Murray High School, teachers who knew him described him as "a slow gentle giant" who "did not spread leaflets of hate-mail".
In the later half of 2003, Hussain met Mohammed Sidique Khan and Shehzad Tanweer. The three frequented the Stratford Street mosque in Beeston, and were also intimately associated with the Hamara Youth Access Point, a drop-in centre for teens. Hussain was cautioned by police for shoplifting in 2004.
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