Once upon a time in Turkey, in the holy period of Ramadan, where Muslims fast during the day, Mullah Nasiruddin was working in the fields all day long. He was tired and sweaty, and his clothes were covered with mud. And since he had been fasting all day long, poor Nasiruddin was quite hungry. But this day was different!

The wealthiest man in the town had invited everyone to come to break their fasts in his home that evening with a grand feast. Nasiruddin knew that he would be late for the feast if he went home to change his clothes. He decided it was better to arrive in dirty clothes than to be late. As he walked to the wealthy man's home, Nasiruddin imagined the delicious foods that he would soon be eating: dates, chickpeas, olives, hummus, chicken — and best of all — the desserts!

When Nasiruddin arrived, the wealthy man opened the door and looked at Nasiruddin scornfully. Without a word of welcome, he gestured for Nasiruddin to come in and walked abruptly away. Nasiruddin joined the throngs of people, who were all dressed in their finest clothing. The other guests ignored him so completely that Nasiruddin could not enjoy the food on his plate, no matter how tasty it was. Uncomfortable, Nasiruddin decided to leave. He hurried home and changed into his finest clothing, including a beautiful coat.

Nasiruddin returned to the feast and this time the host welcomed him with a huge smile. "Come in, come in," greeted the host. As Nasiruddin entered, people waved and called to him from all corners of the room as they invited him to sit near them and offered him food.

Nasiruddin sat down quietly. Picking up a plump fig, he carefully placed it into a coat pocket, saying, "Eat, coat, eat." He fed the coat everything from lentils and chickpeas to olives and hummus. People became silent as they watched this strange behavior. Soon everyone in the room was staring at Nasiruddin, wondering what he was doing. The host hurried over. "Nasiruddin, why are you feeding your coat?"

"Well," replied Nasiruddin, "when I first came to this feast in my old farming clothes, I was not welcome. No one would speak with me. But when I changed into this coat, suddenly I was greeted warmly. So, I realized it was not me that was welcome at this party, but my clothing. And so, I am feeding my coat."

While judging is natural for humans, it becomes a problem if you hold your judgement as the only truth. How often do you judge others based on their appearance, including accent, clothes, or physique, and lock that image forever? Take this story as a call to enter interactions with a neutral perspective and see the inner beauty of every being.