The other day, resting on the bed in the hospital, a non-muslim grandpa turned his face to his muslim grandchild who was in the room and said: “Tell me about your God, Allah!”
Muslim grandchild looked at the window. The little curtain could not cover that narrow line of light blinking in the room. It was a sunny day, indeed: “My God is one same as yours. He loves you like he loves me, he is inside you and inside me, he is the good in you and he is anti bad.”
Then slowly came near grandpa’s bed and continued: “You can know him on your own. He is the answer to all what bothers you.”
Grandpa said: “What about all what his followers do? How can you be a good father and your children are so bad?”
Grandchild smiled: “Am i bad? And are you sure those are really his children? Not the children of the devil, bastards?”
Grandpa smiled too. He held his grandchild’s hand and said:” You are a good boy, I trust you.” At the same time he slowly closed his eyes and slept..

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