'KAFFIR'. When you see or hear this word, what runs through your mind? Do you picture a man with skin the color of the midnight sky, do you see him bending his muscular body down to the dry earth to pick cotton from thorn-ridden plants? Can you feel the heat of the sun beating down on his charred back? Perhaps you can even taste the beads of sweat swelling from his forehead and arms. Or …showed first 75 words of 641 total…

…showed last 75 words of 641 total…an insubstantial pace, the damage is done and will take decades to repair. We can only hope and pray that we will rise up and overcome all discrimination, and the only instrument we can use is that of love. Without love, we are divided. Love is a perfect bond of union. With it, we can accomplish all things, but - we must be willing to give up the hate before we can cultivate the love.