Warnings: Slight angst
Word Count: 100
Quatre stood from the prayer mat. Every day it became harder to do this. He'd been taught Islam from childhood, and his faith was deeply ingrained in him. But every day he fought the war, he felt as though he were betraying his faith, creating a schism between himself and his religion. The Maguanacs called it a "jihad", but he thought that might be their way of relieving some of the guilt. Whatever helped them cope...
He dusted invisible dirt from his knees, and walked back to Sandrock. It was time to fight again, and deepen the division within himself.
(x-posted in _white_queen_)