Everybody in this world has a story to tell, about heartaches, inspiration , sunrises and sunsets. And they believe that world should know about each and every word their heart screams inside the vault .Well I have a similar one ,but this one’s name is Curiosity. As a child I had always lived life as a non seeker to knowledge , I was too shy to compass my life around facts which ruptured life and poisoned it till death. As a teenager I made mistakes , I asked forgiveness and I lived life simple. Teen gave me a spirit to the future. I shaped my future with the dawn of hopes and betterment. I worked and I played. Carefree. Heart was biological and emotion to a certain set of social people. Today I am a woman of different thoughts to be admired. Today I belong to a college fixed to give me a degree of a desired honour. I feel privileged to call myself a social ignorant mind craving for something that is temporary .
Curiosity as it happened one day. I saw a man bleeding. I didn’t kill him or he didn’t hurt me. We were strangers. As strangers as I might be to y ou on the days of ressurection. The man laid down dead and screaming the name of. The one he claimed to be his master. I was there doing i dont know what. I grabbed a book which my society respects and his respects too. The Holy quran. I grabbed it out of respect. I can’t understand every word in it but I am born in it. I am raised as a believer in it. This was the curiosity happened to me with eyes opened. I can’t call it a vision because i am normal. Normal to let other’s astray.
This happend on a fine day when my heart was racing with time and destiny. Fate as we call it. I noticed a similarity between the man and me. The Holy book. I can’t call him a terrorist because he may be a sign or an omen.. The Holy Book drives me crazy for the thought pierced me down to the veins of my right wrist. I got lost in the track.
The twittering of the birds ringed in my mind and cupping the head I scratched my skull. I was back in my place of nothing. Nothingness into nothingness.
The question still lies unawnsered.
Visions and religions? Societies and individual? Which one to the righter faith?