Eli was silent for a moment. He then said, "My scholars have a word for someone who reduces a living soul to a label. It is a form of blindness. I have been blind too."
Eli did not argue. He nodded, and walked back to his village. Eli was silent for a moment
He took a heavy jug and walked to the well. There he found Eli, also carrying a jug. I have been blind too
Rashid lowered his bucket into the well. When he pulled it up, he did not walk back to his village. Instead, he poured half the water into Eli's jug. "Take this to your children first," he said. "Tomorrow, you will pour for mine." There he found Eli, also carrying a jug
A word meant to separate can become a bridge, if we are brave enough to pour our water into another’s jug. The real "covering of truth" is not a different creed, but the act of seeing an enemy where a thirsty human being stands.