The Perfect Stranger

It was a very crowded day at the park. My 2-year-old son was playing happily from one end of the park to the other. As he was climbing a small staircase, he happened to slip and bump his knee. I started to walk towards him to see if he was alright. He was not crying but had just sat down to check for any possible “damage” on his little knee. As I approached him, I saw a young Caucasian non-Muslim girl, no more than five or six years old, run right past him. Then she quickly turned back … [Read more...]


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