When discrimination hit you directly, all of a sudden you started fighting against it. Many called you a hypocrite, because you only faced the problem when you were directly involved. You defended yourself by saying that even some famous people of the past fought it only because they were directly involved, and there was undeniable evidence to confirm it. But others didn't want to listen to you.
You wanted to stop living in this very false world where people complain about the defects of others, when they are not so different from those they despise. What does the Bible say? Let he who is without sin cast the first stone? By now you didn't care about living anymore. You tried to commit suicide by eating wild mushrooms, hoping that one of them was poisonous, at a certain point you fainted. You hoped that God would understand why you did it and welcome you with joy to put an end to your suffering.
When you wake up you feel sweaty and dehydrated. You don't know where you are, but you are definitely not at home anymore. You saw stalls, old stone houses and giant people dressed in the style of ancient Egypt. They were in a circle and they were stoning a girl: she had very pale skin, her hair was white with blue shades, it reminded you of the sky in the morning, while her eyes were blue like sapphires, as a dress she was wearing an old burlap sack with holes, the crowd continued to stone her.
You discovered that you were shrunk, but you still wanted to run to the girl's aid, if it weren't for the fact that you were transparent like a ghost, they couldn't touch you and you couldn't touch them. Then you saw the Caucasian girl's gaze towards you.
"But how, can you see me?"
"Why shouldn't I?" She asked while covering her face with her arms to protect herself from the stones. She doesn’t know that the others don’t see you, so her protective instinct kicks in, she runs, grabs you and makes her way through the crowd, everyone moves away, not because they’re afraid of her, they’re afraid because they don’t understand how that girl looks like that, they’re afraid it’s a very contagious disease. After all, they’d never seen a Caucasian in ancient Egypt.
You reach an isolated place together, then she looks at you better, you are not that boy with whom she has a deep bond, but she finds you cute, and doesn't want to abandon you, it would be cruel. You explain to her what happened and that you’re a ghost to everyone, except her.
“I’m Kisara.”
You reciprocate by saying your name.
What will happen next?
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