Kafir -

Rashid lowered his bucket into the well. When he pulled it up, he did not walk back to his village. Instead, he poured half the water into Eli's jug. "Take this to your children first," he said. "Tomorrow, you will pour for mine."

Eli did not argue. He nodded, and walked back to his village. Rashid lowered his bucket into the well

The next day, the two villages did not merge, nor did their beliefs change. But they dug a second well, together. And when a child from the east would ask, "Is that a Kafir from the west?" their parent would reply, "No, child. That is an olive farmer who helped us dig. Their name is Eli. Or Tariq. Or Sara. Use their name. That is the only word that matters between neighbors." "Take this to your children first," he said

A word meant to separate can become a bridge, if we are brave enough to pour our water into another’s jug. The real "covering of truth" is not a different creed, but the act of seeing an enemy where a thirsty human being stands. The next day, the two villages did not