I didn’t expect to be moved by coins. My late grandfather used to return from working in Hajj with a briefcase full of small treasures he found along the way, postcards, tiny objects, and coins from pilgrims he met. He’d show them to me, proud of each one’s journey. But I never really looked. I didn’t understand what he saw in them until I visited the Minted Narratives exhibition at the National Museum during its opening night in early September. I was lucky to be invited to