An Arabic Christian man, a former Muslim, spoke at my college, he spoke about how he was in constant danger of losing his life because he had betrayed his Muslim faith. After chapel, I walked by him and he hugged me. It was the strangest experience of my life. I don't let anyone I don't know touch me, much less hug me, but I was overwhelmed with such compassion, admiration, and fear that I allowed it. What was even more surprising is that he saw something in me to comfort and protect. It was one of the most profound hugs of my life. I don't know if he's still alive or even remember his name. But I still smell the spices that lingered on his skin and enveloped me in his embrace.
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