Editor:
What my black eyes see I see every day. They smile at me. They don’t know who I am, nor do I know who they are. I heard somebody calling them Mormons, but not sure why, for they all looked like humans.
The other day two of them came to my door saying that they have a message for me. So I let them in and we started talking. The two men told me that I have been thinking wrongly my whole life and that my values were all incorrect and added that there is only one path toward light, the path that they are following. We spoke a little longer before they left, and every second that went by, I was reminded how wrongful my beliefs were.
As I was thinking that night, I wished that I would get another chance to meet the young men, because I had many questions to ask. Why are they going door to door, trying to persuade everyone to think the way they do? Would the world be a better place if all people were Mormon? Why do they always talk about diversity when they don’t believe in it?
It seems that no one in Utah believes in diversity. They don’t accept and respect the way others think, otherwise they would be knocking on the doors of people’s hearts, letting them know that there is no right or wrong in the way we make sense out of this complicated world, for we are all unique, both inside and outside. They still smile when I see them. They still look at my eyes without blinking. The difference is that I now know who they are, and will help them understand and accept who I am.
Payam IshaniJunior, Biology