Dear Aliya!

Dear Aliya
When I was five, I believed in God. For some reason that I can never figure out, I used to think God looked like my father. I thought he had a moustache. I thought he was very strict and would punish me on my mistakes. I thought he was sitting on a chair in the sky, reading a newspaper, waiting for me to die so that he can punish me. Eventually I grew up to be fifteen. I had seen life go on, I had seen people burn themselves in the mighty fire of the society. I saw bent backs, worried faces, and the never ending hardships. That was the first time when I realized I probably do not believe in God. I realized God can not be like my father. God can not be so helpless! If he exists, he probably looks like someone else. I think he looks like you. I hate you!
Your Slave,
Harris
October 16, 2002



Dear Aliya
Thought is noble. Thought creates. Creativity is noble. God is creative. Creativity is divine. Women give birth. Women are noble. You are a woman. You are noble. You are divine. You are God.
I love you!
Your Slave,
Harris
November 13, 2002