How a Friendship Between a Christian Boy and a Muslim Boy Gives Me Hope

One Good Dad

We waited nervously outside the school. My son carried a backpack that dwarfed his 4 year old body. Actually, I was the nervous one. As a stay-at-home dad, I struggled with letting my son enter a new world without me. As time ticked away, we realized that something was wrong. Instead of throngs of families saying goodbye to their pre-k children, only one other family shared our space. After comparing letters with the other family, we decided to enter the building and seek out information. Turns out we were somehow sent the wrong information and the first day of class was not until the following week. Dejected, our two families went outside to commiserate.

Outside the school, our two sons talked and played. They sat close together on the steps and chatted as if they had known each other their whole lives. All four years of them. In that moment…

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