Cell

by J Eric Miller You come here on a student visa, supported by a scholarship. The Americans want you to be their engineer, their dentist, their computer programmer, some participant in their accent-kid cliché. Still, you’re not angry. None of this has anything to do with animosity. Everything will be over someday. They said that to you before they sent you from their world into this one, and you know just because they were the ones that told you doesn’t mean it is not true. You also know there is no Allah, no God, nobody. You know it is just … Continue reading Cell