There are three kinds of people in my world: 1. Saints, those special people moving the world forward. They're in your face so much, you can't see them, like how you can't see your nose. 2. Misfits, people who don't belong. Like me—the way I don't fit into Dad's brand-new family or in the leftover one composed of Mom and my older brother, Mama's-Boy-Muhammad. 3. Monsters. Well, monsters wearing saint masks. Like the monster at my mosque. People think he's holy, untouchable, but nobody has seen under the mask. Except me.
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