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Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Wrote an additional 1, 319 words to complete Part 3 of the fourth chapter of my NaNoWriMo novel, The Maharlika Legacy. This gives me a running total of 21, 301 words out of the 50, 000 I need to complete by midnight of Nov. 30.
It's been an uphill climb, but if you're a NaNoWriMo participant, you know you'll never forget this experience. Come on guys -- we're just two weeks away, so let's go for it and reach the finish line.
Here's an excerpt:
It is a breathtaking sight, the Golden Mosque of Quiapo, whose golden dome towers over Globo de Oro street, serving as the heart of the Muslim district in the heart of Manila, the capital of this archipelago conquered by the Spaniards centuries ago in the name of Christendom.
The mosque can accommodate up to 3, 000 worshippers, and the Muslim district of Quiapo can lay claim to being one of the most densely populated areas in the whole metropolis, where roughly 80, 000 followers of the Prophet live in an area that barely covers 1.5 hectares. Surrounded by a sea of Christians in one of the most uncompromising bastions of Roman Catholic power, they are the invisible people, careful not to attract undue attention, which can only bode ill for them when many inhabitants of the metropolis fear or hate them, for no other reason than the faith they profess and the actions of extremists in other parts of the country and in other places throughout the world.
They are tolerated, as the Chinese of the Parian once were and of Binondo up to today, for the services that they render, yet mostly with suspicion, condescension or neglect that is far from benign. They have been demonized for centuries, the Tsino and the Moro, used to put fear in the hearts of unruly Christian children, ridiculed for being different, reviled because it is easier to hate what you do not know.