When the Crane Fell – A Reflection on Personal Piety and Helping Others

I recall Hamza Ji as an elderly man of Gujurati descent. He was dark-complexioned, short and slightly plump as elders do sometimes become. His prominent feature was a beautiful white beard, some hand-span long, which matched the similarly-colored kufi on his head. On our flight to Medina, he sat a couple of seats behind me;… Read More When the Crane Fell – A Reflection on Personal Piety and Helping Others