I’ve never been good at saying things I didn’t mean.
I don’t have an omnipotent deity to comfort me when my life is merciless and unforgiving. When someone I love dies, I am not comforted in knowing there is an afterlife where we will be reunited.
Yes, my religious beliefs are different than yours. Yes, I am polytheistic.
Your parents are shaming you for ruining your future children’s salvation.
“God, let us be together again.” I repeated it again and again, until my skin became clammy with wetness and cold.
Today we tell our young women to be strong, independent and to trust their own voices. But in this moment I’d lost my voice to someone else.