My parents marveled at the freeways when we first came to America. As they learned to drive the streets and highways in this new land while navigating their way around Southern California, they were particularly impressed by the material developments. On one such drive I remember my mother saying to my father something like, “If only Attif can see these freeways, roads, and buildings here—oooo!” In other words, he would be impressed to see such engineering.
My maternal uncle Attif was the genius engineer in her family—he had a degree in chemical engineering from the university in Baghdad and had studied some in England. Interested and brilliant in the entire discipline, he would have delighted in such advancement. This was progress! An achievement that aided society, helping man to choose the good and do the good in this life. But there’s a different type of progress, a progress that separates man from man and man from the good.
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