If God is love, and Ismael truly believes He is, and love is the most powerful of God’s attributes, then no man, no law, and no government could forbid his love for Marta. And yet man’s law decreed a black man could not love a white woman, and his government, enforced it.
Driven like a fugitive from his homeland. Ripped away from not only Marta, but his family, his culture, his people. Forced to flee from one strange city after another, in hope of remaining alive long enough, to someday return, and lay eyes on his first born son.
Written for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.