I’m not very religious man nor am I a strict Muslim. I don’t go to Mosque frequently…
However, there are times when I’m anxious and full with worries. I’m a human, a father, a Syrian… I have debt… I’m getting older… A lot are depending on me… I fear the future and have concerns about surviving the presence.
During such times when I hear Azan (the call for prayer in Muslim countries), I find myself heading to the mosque… That simple mosque at the corner of the nearby street… I spend some time there praying… alone with my God… crying and nobody but God is witnessing my tears… The only open door where all others are (or seem to be) closed.
Knowing that He took care of me all over my life and He won’t leave me now, there is nothing to worry about. I’m with my Creator. The Creator of everything per a well-defined measure, the omniscient and most merciful.
Trust me, the pleasure and relief one feels then worth the entire world. Nothing else can compete with such moment.
So beautiful and honest post…
Thank you very much, Hati, for your kind and sweet words
Thanks for sharing and wishing you a blessed day.
Thank you very much, MG Wells. Same wishes to you and to your family.
Nonostante le difficoltà della vita bisogna avere fiducia .
shera
Trust is a must… Thank you very much my dear friend, Shera.
You are Quite welcome Mohamad my friend.
shera
What a wonderful tribute to your faith and the comfort you derive from it. I owe you an email and have not forgotten. Sending hugs for now, my dear friend.
I’ve got your email which made my inbox very happy and delightful. Thank you very much, Linda, for your kind words. I don’t like to discuss politics nor religions usually 🙂
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A lovely post. Sending goodwill your way.
Thank you very much, Franci, for your kind words. Same wishes to you and your family.