Did I Go To The Wrong God - Poem by Nur Meiyati
(An imaginary story told by someone to me via an email and I paraphrased it for you)
God did not say anything
When I wanted to deal with him
About not forgiving cruel people
Before I got a justice
That I promised I would never do any harms to them
I told him
I was just wearing a transparent blouse
And uploaded it in a media
But I was sent into a court for violating their rule: the famous and incredible pornography law
I mean..the most weird in the world
They said the way I dress made men masturbate
Alas, the rule even does not mention the degree of thickness of a dress that is allowed
They also accused me for using the word 'naked' for the caption under my fully dressed photo
That could make men in trance
Oh oh …..they were playing 'becoming victims” games, as usual
I fought hard in the court but I could not get justice
I started to lose my patient and a bit emotional
And decided not to use a capital letter to refer to god
I approached him (him? ? ? ? ?)
My two hands were on my waist
I swear I was not threatening him
I just wanted to wake him up
So I knocked on the table (swear not on his head)
But suddenly …..I was more interested in observing his face
I asked him
How old are you?
Ok, if you can't speak, just answer my questions with Yes or No
Nodding for Yes, and shaking your head to mean No
Are you older than the Earth?
Oh, so your age is more than 4 billion years
Are you older than dinosaurs?
Oh, so your age is older than two hundred million years
How many religions have you shared?
Correction: have you shared a lot of religions?
Hmm... so you must have been mastered a lot of methodologies then
Now, frankly, among the religions you have shared with people
Which is your most favourite?
He could mention one name
I was startled
I realized it
God had been lying or pretending to be mute
Is he a 'l'?
Or … did I go to the wrong God?
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