*** Chapter one: Hunger ***
Faith; is a way of salvation for some, and a way of deceiving for others, a pain for some, a relief for others, a portal to get closer to the truth, or an escape to get further from the unknown… only those who can distinguish, will know for certain that faith sometimes is just a personal perspective, which can be imperfect, and never immaculate.
The moon was full, hiding partially behind the cloud, maybe reflecting a caveat, or an upcoming goodness, and as it’s standing there firmly in the sky, those with empty tummies were waiting at the church’s gate, desperately for their meal.
Hundreds of people of all classes always attend that church, for events, prayers, performing rites, promoting a politician, not just to fulfill their faith, but to cherish the presence of “Mikal”, a young charismatic priest with massive knowledge as alleged by plenty. He gathers people all the time, not just occasionally, to preach among them, to influence them, to deliver them a message of his own, like a prophet, a God-sent.
