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Where my soul finds its rest

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Eddig olvastam

Where my soul finds its rest

2020. augusztus 13. - 19:21

 

For everyone, home means something different. As for every human being perfect companion means a different thing. None of them can be defined with words.

. When time comes, you step into a place and feel that it is your home. This is the place where your soul finds a rest. If somebody gets in your way, God may be sending the one in whom your soul finds a rest and whose soul can rest in you. Blond, brown, black? Rich, poor? Young, old? There is no answer. Because it is ultimately your soul who decides where it finds its peace. And the soul is not young and old, blond or brown, rich or poor. It does not take decision regarding home or partner on a material basis.

You can observe that usually those intervene mostly your life and explain what you should do, who have ruined their own lives, all their attempts have failed. They cannot give a pattern, but they give words abundantly. They are thinking in exclusive categories, filter out only a tiny moment from their own life experience, which may have been true for them, but for others it may not fit. How can dissonance, chaos, be a calling word? The heart is often smarter than brain, even though the brain is the storehouse of knowledge. However, the point is, what kind of knowledge we collect in it! Are the world's problems not caused by educated, learned scientists? Are not those spoil our cohabitation with the earth and with other peoples, whose knowledge determines the rules for a certain period? Isn't those cause the alienation of your homeland, your family, who determine what home and family means? The moment you become conscious what they mean, you will lose both!
For me home means where loving eyes look back, I can smell the morning coffee, hear the noise of the family, chatting women, the laughing of children and can see the making of a chocolate cake with love as a work of art. For me home means where everyone brings the little joy of their own work into a common space, and excludes the world-changing thoughts, the lies of political campaigns, the "only way for salvation" with God! Leave the hell the religions, political propaganda, empty speeches! God is in me, not in your words, which have projected God as narrow as the shallow spaces of your brain! In them, my soul does not find rest, but rather troubled! My soul rests when the smell of roasted, scrambled meat is felt, which is a joy both when it is cooked and when it is consumed. Don't get me wrong! The article is not about the author's love of roasted and scrambled meat! It is about the joy of creation that sticks even to the one who is just watching the process.
The same applies to the sense of homeland. No-one should determine what I need to feel as my country. Every word pronounced will reduce its content. Eventually, the "homeland" ceases to exist. The place where we live has become the homeland of only a very narrow group, because the more its concept has been defined the more people have fallen out of the sieve. In the concepts that define homeland applied nowadays, my soul does not find rest. This is no longer my homeland! It's just the land where I was born. My homeland is within myself. I build it there. Because you are not building the homeland, just define its concept, raise the fences and lift the walls that exclude me. It wasn't just me who has experienced that. Slowly, the majority gets to my side. A few more years and some frontier warriors remain on the bastions, while the majority who was born in this land become aliens, enemies.
Today, when the message to the gazelles is to join the lions' flock, it is difficult to believe in words and consequently, to find a home, and companion. Dumb words, dumb definitions. My homeland, my companion is in God, where my soul finds rest. He tells me alone where and with whom I feel myself at home. Do not define God, lest I lose Him!

Men who celebrate the praises of Allah, standing, sitting, and lying down on their sides, and contemplate the (wonders of) creation in the heavens and the earth, (With the thought): "Our Lord! not for naught Hast Thou created (all) this! Glory to Thee! Give us salvation from the penalty of the Fire. (Quran 3:191)

“Our Lord! Not for naugh hast Thou created all this!” Allah is saying: there is a reason for everything and we have to discover it. Don’t accept anybody’s opinion as dogma. Go down and find the reason. Make research! What a beautiful sentence to push men for discovering the wonders of Allah!

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