I’m sitting at the mosque… just sitting. I came here for the Dhuhr prayer after attending my cousin’s high school graduation. I have plans today. I’m going to meet up with some classmates for dinner. Before that I was planning on sending in some job applications. But it’s so peaceful here… and so quiet. When is it ever this quiet?

This is where I'm sitting, on the floor.

I feel like I come to the mosque in secret. The people in my surroundings… well… let’s just say they’re prejudiced.

But this part of me seems to be growing, and I can’t contain it anymore. I feel like I need a channel through which I can express this significant part of me.

I have spent my whole life not fitting in, and now another alien element has been added to my personality. How do I deal with this? Who do I turn to?