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When I was thirteen, I used to say, “I’ll pretend that this crack on the windowsill is Allah,” and stared intensely at it, hoping that if I stared at it for long enough that it would crack a little more
Now that I am seventeen, while praying, I sigh and say, “I’ll just pretend”
As I have gotten older, I have begun to see that faith is not always as pure as it seems
That people will kill and destroy anyone in their path “in the name of God”
So then, I ask you, I implore you: What is faith?
Who is God?
I’m not sure I can wear these rose-colored glasses anymore
The thorns are digging into my skin And I can taste the blood in my mouth But if I take these glasses off
Is it faith
Or is it treachery?
DUAL THINKER • LOUISA BRORSON
Etching • 8x12
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