Me and my family and the local langar
'Dad? What's going on?" the 10-year-old said to me. "I don't know," I was forced to admit, which is a real failure for a parent.
In that moment what was going on was that I wished I had had a pedicure and I was concerned that the headscarf I was wearing was not staying on.
Beyond that, we were just sitting there barefoot and heads covered, vaguely facing in the direction of a kind of altar to which we had bowed when we came in, as I slipped an offering into a box.