Chapter 22Whenever Beauty looks,
Love is also there;
Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek
Love lights Her fire from that flame.
When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night
Love comes and finds a heart
Entangled in tresses.
Beauty and Love are as body and soul.
Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.
—Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī, thirteenth-century Persian Sufi mystic
Friday, March 27, 1998
Northern Iraq near border with Syria
Leaving the mosque after the Jumu’ah are a simple man and woman. Yes, many other man-and-woman pairs leave this special weekly prayer as well. But this man and woman leave with their much cherished and beloved daughter with them, a youngster whose charm and persuasion has both of them holding her hands as they exit the mosque, heading down the road on the
