'KAFFIR'. When you see or hear this word, what runs through your mind? Do you
picture a man with skin the color of the midnight sky, do you see him bending his
muscular body down to the dry earth to pick cotton from thorn-ridden plants? Can you
feel the heat of the sun beating down on his charred back? Perhaps you can even taste
the beads of sweat swelling from his forehead and arms. Or maybe you are more
inclined to visualize a dark-skinned woman with creases in her forehead made by many
years of hard work and endless worrying. You watch her as she puts the breakfast
dishes on the table…
