This is the story of how one young Bahá'í finds out how to cope with the problems of being different - and how he learns something about himself and his religion at the same time.

"Hey there, Red one!", someone called out. Ridván was walking home from school past a group of older boys.
"Got rid of that van yet?", another chimed in.
"Red one, rid-van, red one, rid-van!", the boys all laughed.
"Why do I have such a terrible name?", thought Ridván for at least the tenth time that day...