His message was radical in its simplicity:

The man stood frozen, his mouth slightly open. The tragedy was so small, yet so immense to the child. He had no words.

He then turned to the skeptical man. "Give me your cloak."

The Sheikh stood up, dusting his hands. He turned back to the skeptic. The man was staring at his own empty hands, then at the Sheikh.

"Teach me," the man whispered, tears finally coming to eyes that had long been dry. "Teach me to see what you see."

"What? This is expensive silk!" the man protested.

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