I open my mouth to criticize someone but then I close it, thinking of how the Prophet did not even tell the little girl to eat fewer dates when her mother asked him to, knowing he too shared her habit. My heart clenches at the thought of twelve brothers leading their youngest to a ditch, snatching from him his father’s gift, that colorful coat. And I think and think again of that child, climbing onto his grandfather’s back while he knelt in prayer, oblivious to everyone who was watching and waiting for his grandfather to set the standard for them all.
