The black silk was cold and soft. The protruding layers of thread that spelt out "Allah" in neat Arabic curls absorbed the tears and prayers sprayed at the cloth's delicate font, while still reflecting the flood of light that shone from looming construction cranes and endless spurts of cell phone flashes.
Taking the best of your culture and passing it onto your kids is a constant work in progress. You have to be prepared for battle from a myriad of external forces, but right now when they are learning right from wrong, is as good a time as ever to start. Enjoy the ride and hands inside the cart at all times.