What is my earliest memory, some friends ask. I don't know. Some say humans start remembering their life events from the tender age of three. But I am not sure about that. I only remember one day a man taking me into his arms and his bushy beard engulfing my forehead while there was a bright flash of light which almost blinded me and caused me to shut my eyes purely by reflex.
It was some years later I came to know that the man was an uncle of mine and that the rest of the other men in my family chose to keep themselves clean shaven. The bright flash was from a camera as my uncle posed for a photograph with me.
It was also later that I came to know that those who grew beards were due to them following certain faiths, cultures, and traditions. Thus, perhaps, they sported beards in order to attain a certain sense of belonging to the religious community of their choice.
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