Gemotions

He slammed the door to his study, the sound echoing through the quiet house. His father's announcement – embracing Islam – had felt like a punch to the gut. The weight in his chest was a physical thing, a concrete block.

David paced the worn Persian rug, hands shoved deep in his pockets. They’d always been a churchgoing family. How could his father abandon everything they’d built? The church, the traditions, the shared history…gone?

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The comfortable familiarity of his surroundings now felt alien, each object whispering a silent accusation.