One day, a man met an acquaintance of his who was mourning and weeping bitterly. He knew full well that this man had everything in abundance and lacked nothing. Astonished, he asked him: “Why are you mourning and weeping like this — you, the most blessed and favored of all?” Instead of answering, the old man continued to wail and weep with an inexpressible, indescribable grief. His tears carved deep streams down the furrows of his cheeks, and his lament rose all the way to Heaven. “Two young children left this life,” he replied after a moment. “Two of our children.” “You knew them?” his friend asked. “How did it happen?” “Every child is our child,” the old man answered. “In the faces of my own children I see the children of the whole world, and in the faces of all the children of the world, I see my own. Once, the children of our Fatherland fell from Zalongo dancing and singing, so they would not be captured and violated by the antichrist Muslims. Today, history repeats itself ...