I grew up, as a Catholic child, learning what I now see was a stunted view of Allah, the old bearded man who had created the world and then, for me at least, the rest of the story seemed shrouded in darkness….had he just gone off somewhere to do something else, only occasionally returning to dole out punishments, or what? Meanwhile, I understood, the world just ticked along like some kind of machine on its own. So this is why I love the story of Nasr-ed-Deen Hoja, the wise teacher known as the ‘Triumph of the Religion’, who got off his donkey every few minutes to count its legs. When children asked him why he explained that since everything was always changing, he had to keep counting just to be sure. The idea that Allah is creating us anew in each moment, out of love and immeasurable mercy, gives me such a different view of reality than I had growing up, and I cannot say how grateful I am to have been given that.