Before Quasim entered my life, I had been so angry with God. Why did he take my mother from me and put me in foster care with a bunch of people that never loved me? Then I suffered with Tyshawn, and always wondered why he put him in my path? Was I not a good person? Did I not deserve to find someone that treated me like a queen? When I lost my son, the anger continued. The moment the doctor told me I had cancer, I stopped praying. I pretended like I had God’s number stored into my phone and I had blocked him. What was the reason to keep praying when all he kept giving me was bad news after bad
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i would’ve questioned my faith too if i had to experience any of those obstacles.
