Searching Souls
The other day, I was talking to a friend..we were discussing different religions, different beliefs. Religion is a topic which I have always been inquisitive about. Sometimes I feel that I take my religion for granted..Since the day I was born, I was named to have that religion. I grew up in a conservative home, I was raised in a society were religion and traditions are everything. I’m not religious, and I’m not perfect. I worship God. I pray. I try my best to follow the rules of religion, to stay away from sins. I wonder though..why is it that when we are just born with something, we don't feel its importance? I have seen people convert to my religion, and it amazes me, when I see the way they hold on to religion, how it seems like a huge deal to them. Like it’s something precious they found after searching for so long, something they don’t want to lose ever again .I’ve also seen people who’ve suddenly became so religious. People who turned their whole lives around…How does that happen? What changes? I’ve talked to many people, with different religions..People are so different, yet so similar. Christianity,Judaism,Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism…the world of religion is so diverse. I’ve also talked to a lot of people who follow no religion, who don’t find the need to worship a God…
late last night I was tired. It has been a rough stressful week. I’ve had enough arguing, crying and worrying. This harsh world exhausts me, sometimes dealing with people and their coldness drains away all the energy that I have within me. I turned down the lights in my rooms; I sat down in the corner where I have my prayer mat. I held the holly book and I read. Warm Tear rolled down my face. Not the tears of frustration I’ve been shedding all week..no..tears of relief..the ones which wash your soul. I smiled and prayed God would grant me patience and peace of mind. Just then I realized, that I know that someone was listening to me, someone who watches over me all the time, someone who loves me, someone who grants me my strength, someone who gives me the willpower when I want to give up, someone who forgives me and protects me…Who answers my prayers..Then and There..I Felt His Presence..
late last night I was tired. It has been a rough stressful week. I’ve had enough arguing, crying and worrying. This harsh world exhausts me, sometimes dealing with people and their coldness drains away all the energy that I have within me. I turned down the lights in my rooms; I sat down in the corner where I have my prayer mat. I held the holly book and I read. Warm Tear rolled down my face. Not the tears of frustration I’ve been shedding all week..no..tears of relief..the ones which wash your soul. I smiled and prayed God would grant me patience and peace of mind. Just then I realized, that I know that someone was listening to me, someone who watches over me all the time, someone who loves me, someone who grants me my strength, someone who gives me the willpower when I want to give up, someone who forgives me and protects me…Who answers my prayers..Then and There..I Felt His Presence..
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حبيــــــتها حبيتها.. أكثر قصيدة حبيتها من قصايدج.. وااااايد حللووة ماشاء الله.. تعني الكثير.. تصف الكثير.. حبيت كل كلمة فيها.. أريدها بخطج عشان أبروزها وأحطها فحجرتيه =D
طرشيها حقي وقولي"إلى مجهووووول" ;P
بس حبيتها =)
lovely update ...lovely blog as well wishing al the best 4 u sis :)
AD_Queen
توني انتبهت اني كاتبة "قصيدة".. مش قصيدة.. نقدر نقول خاطرة أو .... ماعرف بس مش قصيدة ;P
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