Posted by Rough Rider on January 24, 2007, 5:41 am When I was a boy, I went with my father to the house of a non-Jew on business. When we were on our way, it started to rain. We stopped near a man who had apparently fallen and was bleeding. As we started to help him, a Muslim akhond 9theologian) stopped and asked me who I was and what I was doing. Upon discoveringthat I was a Jew, he reached for a stick to hit me for defiling him by being near him in the rain. My father ran to him and begged the akhond to hit him instead. (p.21)
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Told to Laurence Loeb in Outcaste, in Shiraz
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