And they say I’m Miss Nice-Guy
I don’t see why I have to go to the mosque with Dad when there’s no one
who’s going to stay in the house. And I am extremely paranoid that
someone will rob the house. Also, I don’t want to go out. It’s nearly
summer and it’s getting hotter. I would rather stay in the house than
to endure the heat outside. Another reason I don’t want to go is the
fact that I particularly dislike going to mosques and wearing a veil.
I’m not saying that I’m an atheist; I damn well believe in the Higher
Powers! My only problem is that my Dad doesn’t understand that. I
believe but I don’t want to go down to the mosque and pray. I mean,
isn’t religion not how many times you go to the church/mosque to pray
but on how much you still believe that there’s a greater force out
there, right above our heads?
And just now, Dad was saying how cold I am; how unfeeling and indifferent to the world and shit.
DAD, I DON’T WANT TO GO TO THE MOSQUE. I DON’T WANNA LISTEN TO THE IMAM LECTURING ABOUT STUFF. AND I DON’T HAVE A HEART OF ICE YET. I JUST WANNA STAY HOME. BECAUSE I BELIEVE IN GOD AND HE/SHE’S UP THERE WATCHING US.
Fuck. Why was I born in this first place again?
If you want me cold, fine. I’ll be colder when I’m older. Cold enough to practically not care about dying.
