Tale of a Kufi

I ran up the stairs to find my eight year olds’ knitted hat to keep his head warm during the chilly night ahead at soccer practice. Father and son stood at the bottom pleading with me to hurry or else they would be late.“What about your blue kufi, Zayd? It will just as easily keep your head warm.” My son looked down at his cleats, avoiding eye contact.The frantic mood at the bottom of the stairs turned to silence.Zayd replied in a low voice, “I don’t want to.”“Why?” I asked. … [Read more...]


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