But I say; our religion may differ
But we share the same homecoming,
I am warned;
She is not my sister
Because she looks different,
But I say: our features may differ
But inside, she too has a heart beating,
I am told;
They are our enemy,
But I say; to you maybe,
But not to me…
MEMORIES. This old sinner once wrote that if we have perfect memory, we will never err or sin. But as sentient beings, we are composed of all sorts of memories, good and bad. And we were told and taught many things as we grow up, some of which are mixed with a dash bigotry, like some hateful mocktail.
So I guess, living a good life is not only about remembering things to practice, but also remembering things only as a life lesson. You know what I mean, one of those o-my-God-what-a-dumb-dumb-I-was past experiences.
A MANURE OF ERRORS. Originally I thought that we ought to forget such mistakes, like our smoking, drinking or drug-taking, or perhaps our brief affair with Wahhabism (under whatever guise it was masked in). But you know, we cannot erase the past. And to misuse a scene from the ‘Yes, Prime Minister’ political comedy (one of the greatest, in my opinion), might I conclude that…
Our past may be full of shit.
But sometime beautiful roses grow
From the most odious smelling
Manure of our errors,
…IF we learn from them.
And boy, I don’t know about you, but if I could convert my past mistakes into roses, I reckon I would have acres upon acres… stretching into the rose-scented horizon as far as the eye can see.
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way