Three Daughters of Eve

by Elif Shafak

God was a maze without a map, a circle without a centre; the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that never seemed to fit together. If only she could solve this mystery, she could bring meaning to senselessness, reason to madness, order to chaos, and perhaps, too, she could learn to be happy.

God is different for everyone

The pharmacists of Istanbul were a wise breed. They would neither let a lie go undetected nor pursue uncomfortable truths. Prostitutes with injuries caused by customers, pimps or self-mutilation; women battered by their husbands; drivers thumped by other drivers – they could all walk into chemists’ shops and blurt out their lies, safe in the knowledge that even if they were not believed, at least they would not be questioned.

pharmacist is the one who always with them in sickness and in health :)

‘Baba, doesn’t religion give you a sense of security – like a protective glove?’ ‘Maybe, but I don’t want an extra skin. I touch the flame, I burn; I hold ice, I’m cold. The world is what it is. We’ll all die. What’s the point of safety in crowds? We are born alone, we die alone.’

YOLO~

‘Half Muslim, half modern. Can’t stand the sight of pork, but content with wine – or vodka or tequila … you get the drift. Loosey-goosey when it comes to Ramadan, fasts here and there, yet eats on days in between. Won’t abandon religion, for you never know if there’s life after death, better to play it safe. Doesn’t want to let go of freedoms either. A bit of this, a bit of that. The great fusion of the times: Muslimus modernus.’

I call it hypocrte muslim