Friday, August 18, 2006
I’ve been making an attempt to visit the masjid every day, sometimes stopping by at those unusual times when complete silence is my only companion. There’s something about being in the mosque that calms the nerves and re-assures the heart.
It’s a feeling of solace that you simply can’t find anywhere else. Far too long, I searched in the wrong places, building false idols of hope. Refuge comes from only one source but I had been blinded into a world of imitation and artificial promises.
I'm the hare that slept too much.
Much work to do, very little time.
It’s a feeling of solace that you simply can’t find anywhere else. Far too long, I searched in the wrong places, building false idols of hope. Refuge comes from only one source but I had been blinded into a world of imitation and artificial promises.
I'm the hare that slept too much.
Much work to do, very little time.
Faraz Ahmed 11:11 a.m.