My family is Muslim.
I was raised Muslim.
I never believed in any of it.
I wore a headscarf for a while, I kind of hated it though.
I tried to pretend to believe in holy things, and I was jealous of the ones who didn’t have to pretend.
I pretend a lot, I pretend I’m happy when I’m not.
I pretend I’m cool, and smart, and ‘individual’.
I am none of these things.
I’m not sure what I am.
I do wish I believed in Jesus though.
He seems like he’s really happy, and cool, and smart and individual.