..... a story from " discreet" I never knew that I would end up to where I am right now. My family is somehow what you can call religious. Everything we do is for the glory of god, so they say. I used to agree with this and I followed blindly to the whims and lessons I am being thought of. In a place where doubt and questions are unacceptable, all you have to do is to be silent and listen. That's why they are called servants. And I used to be one of them until I started asking questions. Growing-up Religious My mother is a church servant. Being humble, compassionate, understanding, and being patient are among so many things she thought us. For that, I am very thankful. She also thought us to pray, to do the rosary, to sing songs from the Church and to respect the priests and religious leaders of the church. They are god's representation in this world after all. At least that's what they claim to be. We do rosaries every 6:00 P.M. . Pray when we w...