I’ve always been crediting myself with the nonsense of being more spiritual than religious, but lately I’ve been in this oblivion and have come to accept that I’m neither spiritual nor religious ‘I am only daringly human!’ A human with a need for God. With a need for something out there that makes more sense than my life does, is more responsible than I am, and is holier than I am. I am tired of answering to my own self, my own deep set values and my own chivalrous ego. I am counting on God to make sense of it all. Is it sad that I am waiting for the end to understand why it all began?
THE MUSLIM MONK 