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Faith

Faith

Stand Your Ground

Stand up for what you believe in even if it means standing alone.

Leading A Prayer, Finding My Faith

At the start of Ramadhan, my mother was keen on going to the local mosque for tarawih prayers, which are special prayers held during the holy month. After going back and forth between the wanting to go and the reluctance to go due to the large crowds, I’d volunteered to lead the prayers at home instead. 

The moment the words came out of my mouth I almost regretted them. 

It is recommended to pray as a congregation, with an ‘imam’ who leads the prayer. While the imam is usually a male member of the congregation, if the congregation is all female, then one of the females can lead the prayer instead. 

I’m not the most religious person around. I try, but my imperfections are many, so part of me feels the inadequacy of leading a prayer. 

It had been many years since I had done so for various reasons, and as I raised my hands in takbir, I felt my heart constrict at the responsibility. While there is always something very personal in the act of prayer, the realization that I had to lead this congregation, even if it was just my mother and my sister, made me a lot more conscious in my actions and my words. 

It was a good reminder about the things we take for granted. Prayers is one of the tenets of Islam, and between those and the other pillars, it builds the foundation to our faith. By leading that prayer that particular day, I felt as if I had stepped into a role that highlighted how important it was to understand for myself the act of prayer that we do almost habitually every day. It reminded me that it was something more than habit, that these gestures and these words that I had undergone had meaning to them. It forced me to concentrate, and evaluate myself, and my understanding and readiness. 

For the lack of words, I am almost unable to phrase how it made me feel, except for the fact that it humbled me to no end. 

And I am thankful for that.

Learning to Float

I know a boy. 

He’s moody, unromantic, and a total workaholic. 

 He’s also nothing short of brilliant, which means he sees things in a totally different way than other people do. It makes things difficult sometimes, having conversations with someone who is thinking about things at a speed that is totally different from your own. 

I can’t help being in love with such a person. 

It’s difficult. 

His intellect, coupled with his tendencies to work himself to death, makes it difficult communicating at times. At times I doubt my ability to match up to what he probably needs - a person who can match him on equal footing on an intellectual scale. I wonder if sometimes we’re talking on two entirely different wavelengths, his brain skipping ahead of mine in his normal way of thought while I chatter on about some other topic blithely in my ignorance. 

I have to trust in our love. 

It is like a lifeline that I cling to whenever I have doubts. At times I have to let myself float and let the tide carry me, and have faith that we will be washed up in the same place – whichever place that we are fated to go, and I can only pray that we are headed to the same place together. 

We are all but single entities in the universe, but we are interconnected in the great web that God has built. 

And if it is meant to be, it will be. 

In this I trust.