As time passes, however, we might begin to look at our brothers through the distorted lens of imperfection.
وَلكِنْ ،‏ بِمُرُورِ ٱلْوَقْتِ ،‏ رُبَّمَا جَعَلَنَا ٱلنَّقْصُ نَنْظُرُ إِلَى إِخْوَتِنَا نَظْرَةً مُشَوَّهَةً .‏