nothing. Several times, an associate asked what he was looking at as Amir gazed out the window. He didn’t see the buildings of Riyadh. His stare took him beyond, to his mind’s-eye view of Muslims swarming Mecca. The longer he gazed, the more love for these people he had derided just days ago flowed into his soul. He struggled to identify this visceral feeling more clearly. Slowly he recognized that he was feeling tenderness. Tenderness toward people as harsh as most Muslims made no sense to him. Yet he