For the time being I don’t want to choose.
I don’t see any problem him following two religions, him being raised celebrating Christmas and fasting during Ramadan. Maybe it’s a problem for other people. Maybe they think it’s wrong.
I just want to exist, to feel whole. It’s my way to be me. No more sacrifices. No more choices against my will.
It’s a story between God and I. Only him can make me change my mind.
No more tries to be like everybody else.
Tomorrow he will be able to make his own choices. Maybe he’ll take Islam. Maybe he’ll take Christianity. But at the end of the day, I will teach him Love. And Respect. Tolerance and Peace. Every religion teaches this.
But we prefer to close our eyes and ears, and only see our differences instead of what bring us together.
It is humanity choice. Not mine.
I want to break free. This is my reality.