“she was muslim, and i asked her that first day what her god looked like. she couldn’t quite verbalize him, she explained some feelings and thoughts. i pointed at the shatter and paint of colored lights against the wall and floor from the press-on stained-glass window in the common space and told her that my god looked like that light. she gasped, grabbed my arms and began to cry. “yes that’s my god, that’s Allah!”
This one brought me to tears, Scout! Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing. <3
Thank you for sharing.. though what you endured was incredibly difficult, your writing is beautiful and smooth and vivid. Looking forward to reading more of your experiences.
this was incredible, scout.
seriously, thank you for this.
I met hector too & had forgotten his name..so that was such a special detail to read
so proud of you for putting such a vulnerable, life-shifting experience into words.
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oh my god no way. that’s so incredible wow. thanks for reading. so special to experience the same things w people
“she was muslim, and i asked her that first day what her god looked like. she couldn’t quite verbalize him, she explained some feelings and thoughts. i pointed at the shatter and paint of colored lights against the wall and floor from the press-on stained-glass window in the common space and told her that my god looked like that light. she gasped, grabbed my arms and began to cry. “yes that’s my god, that’s Allah!”
This one brought me to tears, Scout! Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing. <3
it was such a beautiful moment. thank you pam.
Thank you for sharing.. though what you endured was incredibly difficult, your writing is beautiful and smooth and vivid. Looking forward to reading more of your experiences.
wow this is just amazing. captured the experience so well