Let go, let God

Sometimes when the tough gets going there's really nowhere else to turn to except for God, or your spiritual side. It has been almost a year since I had set foot in a mosque, and i'm so happy I decided to go. It reminded me again of why I love this month, this holy month of Ramadan. I have been fasting and praying everyday, but for some reason I never had anyone to go to the mosque with. But today was a special night, it was the night where the imaam (kind of like a priest but for muslims) was finishing the last chapter of our holy book, the Quran. After reading all of the surahs in this last chapter, he made a dua (prayer). He got real emotional and I have to be honest, I had no idea what he was saying, I mean, mostly because it's in arabic, some words I can understand but most are just confusing. But just from hearing his voice and the emotions behind it, it was really moving. Granted there were some awkward moments where he was just weeping and every one of the ladies around me started weeping as well...I felt the pressure to conform here but...nope. No more tears left in Samra's body. Anyways, the point is, I was looking for some spiritual guidance and I feel like I gained that today. Today I felt somewhat happy, like I had forgotten all the shit that had happened, even if for a momentary feeling. I know God is always there for me, and as cheesy and cliché as that statement may be, sometimes he's all you need.

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