*A man strides into Gandhi's dwelling and throws bread at his feet* Man: Eat...EAT! I am going to hell, but I will not have your death on my soul!
Gandhi: Only God decides who goes to hell.
Man:
I killed a child! A Muslim infant! I picked it up and smashed it's head against a wall!
Gandhi: ...And why did you do this thing?
Man: Because they killed my son! The Muslims killed my only son!
*indicates the boy's height by holding a hand around his waist, starts crying* He was just a little boy, about so tall...
Gandhi: I know a way out of hell. Go out into the streets and find a little boy...
*Gandhi holds his hand around the height of the man's waist.* Gandhi: ...about so tall, whose parents have been killed in the riots. Take him home and raise him as your own.
Only, be sure that he is a Muslim, and be sure that you raise him as such.
