Still, I was in search of something more, something concrete, something material.
After I left my family’s religion, I was, for better or worse, searching for a blueprint, a model I could trust, which felt familiar enough to be safe, yet bold enough to be revolutionary.
What I’d been looking for at the convent, I could find in reading and writing. If other writers could channel their desires, I could use it, too.
People I hardly knew implied that without children, I was failing as a woman, a Muslim, and a human being.
Shoshana and Saadia discuss milestones and coming-of-age ceremonies in their respective faith traditions.
“God is sometimes easier to please than our fellow humans.”
“Fasting has been a source of comfort, a way to become closer to God. All that changed when I had children.”
“We teach each other the prayer so that when someone dies, we are ready to fulfill our obligations.”
Remember playing outside all day, until the streetlights flashed on at nightfall?
“How do I find the opportunity to celebrate the day as different?”