This glass skin of mine shatters and distorts beneath the scrutinizing gaze of my audience. I sit there, frozen, uncomfortable and dissociated. They watch my every move, like a rat in a maze; every twitch of my eyes, every hesitant turn, observed and judged.
“Ailani, you have to stop,” she said, her tone flat. “There’s a reason why they banned books and got rid of religious institutions.”
“It doesn’t make sense though. If they’re so bad, then why are we still wearing the hijab? Why is there still a Friday service through our screens?
Ailani, wake up! You’re going to be late!” My mother’s shouts rang through my sleep-addled brain.
“Screen – you know I hate Mondays. Set an alarm for ten minutes.”
Lozenge mining started long ago, ever since these shiny gems were found by the A Vinos company. The company invented a demand through a marketing campaign that sent the world into a frenzy…
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