Search This Blog

Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts

Saturday, May 26, 2018

A Sprinkle Of Faith !



 My relationship with religion is like an infinite roller coaster ride. Sometimes I am up to the skies and sometimes it gets very low. And I grew myself to the idea that faith will never be a constant phenomenon, like any other relationship, it needs to be nourished and maintained. 

 I am from a conservative family; as I grow up, religious duties were an obligation I had to follow like any other parental order. The 2 only ways for me to obtain the pride of my parents were studies and religion. 


 But as I get older and less intellectually dependent, I realized two fundamental things: first, I am so blessed to be raised among a religious family, and second, is it wrong not to feel fulfilled with this religion? Is it normal to have doubts from time to time? or should I just stop using my brain and follow blindly? 

This kind of confusion and struggle you start to experience with yourself, once you matured up a little bit and your mind becomes more open to all sort of ideas you couldn't think of when you were younger. 

 And now, reaching this age, I started thinking to myself, was it a better way for my parents to inculcate religion into our daily lives, isn't the moral and spiritual part more important than the "do's and don't's" part? 


 I think what bothered me and what will bother me for a long period of time, is how religious society, no matter the religion, emphasizes on things and decides to ignore other aspects that are as important as praying five times a day. 

The religion we follow now is custom made, tailored to society needs. We got used to gossiping behind people's back, yelling, cursing, and still we somehow manage to get so offended when we see someone drinking, eating during Ramadan, or dressing up a bit too tight. 

 The first thing we tell our girls is to cover their hair before teaching them any kind of basic moral values. Because of course, physical appearances get more attention and a better care. 

The only way we motivate our kids to pray is through punishment, reminding them of hell and how aggressively and unmercifully they will get burned up alive if they refused to obey. 

 It is tremendously saddening to see that religion didn't succeed to purify our core from its roots, and it only cleaned the superficial layers of ourselves. 


 I may sound like I am blaming religion or society, but in fact I am blaming none of them. A series of events, from brainwashing people to infusing cultural beliefs with religion, led us to this reality.


 I wish my elders took some time to explain to me the mental benefits of meditation and how empowering it is to the soul, I wish I have heard the rewards before the punishment,I wish I had imagined heaven before hell, I wish I have received more encouragement than judgment, and I simply wish for the day that religion will brings us together and not tears us apart. 

 In the end, I would like to mention that I have succeeded to structure my relationship with religion afar from what society wants me to believe, and I am very grateful for this faith, a faith that keeps my principals high and shown, a faith that surrounds me with peace and self-acceptance, a faith that helps me to be a better human being. And I think the religion that doesn't allow you to feel this way is more damaging than beneficial. 


 Religion is before anything else a spiritual bond that links you vertically (not horizontally) to your personal idea of a higher power, it is everyone's duty to protect that bond and no let it be influenced.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

The Power Of Love

She is living. That's what she was trying to convince her mum with, she was living the best life she could possibly live right now, and that is because she is free, there is no strings holding her back from doing what she wants to do. Love made her wings spread wide, love made her see even further than what she ever thought, love made her break the barriers and destroy the walls. But who would understand that? Why do people link partnership to restriction and limitation?
At first, she was so confused at the idea of defeating her monsters with love, how could she find medication in a feeling? The anxiety was still there, the fear was still there, but she believed love can cure any illness, she believed it had some sort of supernatural power of softening the hearts, calming the minds and purifying the souls. She just didn't know how to use it back then,"defeat the bad with the good"they said, but the process was still yet unknown for her.
She kept on trying, she kept on searching for a way to let love demolish her anger and fears, she believed in her love like it was her only savior, and she was lucky enough for having someone to remind her of that everyday...
He gave her freedom, he released her from her depressive thoughts. He had the talent to create a peaceful bubble around her every time she was with him.
She finally found how to heal her anxiety, her confusion, her fears, and it was due to him.

Whenever her mum asked her to live and not let herself get attached, she responded with the calmest tone "I am living and I am happy mother".

Thursday, March 22, 2018

First Sprinkle !

 Hello Internet!
It took me 4 years to actually realize one of my many dreams: create a blog, it might seem simple and a no-brainer, but I lacked the courage to finally set up an account and start publishing, I needed that push to eventually expand my audience, I knew it was time to step out of my confort zone. 
My passion is this, putting my thoughts into words, in the nicest way I can, and no one has the right to judge my little peices of art only because most of them start with a silly meaningless "Dear journal,".
It's not just a silly diary, it's a life journey, written and witnessed, it's the person you have become, it's remembering every struggle you faced and how you dealt with it. It's a warm embrace, it heals the soul and it's a compagnion in times of loneliness. 
Special thanks to the amazing human being who showed me this platform and helped me get it throught, I know he'll be reading this so shoutout to him! 
On that note, I hope to reach you soon Internet! 

Museum Dar Jamai, Meknes, Morocco