The more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people. It got until she didn’t belong anywhere. It got so nobody was good enough, refined enough, real enough. Nothing was as real as her imagined world.

“He who sleeps on a full stomach whilst his neighbour goes hungry is not one of us.” (Prophet Muhammad)

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