DAY 3: WHO IS THINKING INSIDE MY HEAD?
Ever since the strange being left me, his last question had been echoing in my ears like a bell that refused to fall silent. Was the separation between religion and politics something Islām had actually taught us? Or had we accepted it because, somewhere along the way, we had stopped imagining anything else? I had repeated the answer so often that I had never stopped to ask where it came from. “Religion belongs to God, and politics belongs to the people.” It sounded reasonable. It sounded modern. Most importantly, it sounded like my own thought. But was it? I tried to push the question away. I couldn’t. I tried to sleep, but that didn’t help either. I hated the question. Perhaps that was why I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was still caught in that spiral of thoughts when another being appeared before me. No sound. No flash of light. No opening door. One moment the cell was empty. The next, he was standing in front of me. I jumped to my feet and stud...