My dad followed the Hindu faith…. my mom – the muslim faith. This has and will continue to be one of the topics of discussion all over the globe as people fight to prove a point of what is right from wrong. Over the years growing up I saw many things … things that made me question what is really right from wrong… like when you make decisions — who are you doing it for? To please the community ? to please your parents? to please who exactly?? Over decades getting married to someone of the same faith takes presidence over someone who is of good character. The person can have the best of intentions and the unconditional love for another but that holds nothing because what is important is that they marry of same faith.
I saw my mom being judged from time to time by her own family at times as to why she would marry someone of different faith — it was put across as she made a mistake. I looked at this and inside i wanted to burst as when i look at my father … the life they had was one of joy.. Yes there were many problems that would arise in marriage but if I had to put it in a nutshell they walked through life being there and helping each other grow. My father was a good man … his only downfall according to “people” is that he was of a different faith and that made him someone that was not accepted.
The emotion of love was questioned as we now live our lives with the same concept .. the concept of “doing the right thing” — but doing the right thing according to who ?? We as parents sometimes put our childrens happiness second and put “how things will look first”… the ego peeps its ugly head yet again. Put the ego to bed one of my friends would always say.
The concept of what is right or wrong is the belief system we were given from birth. Is it your truth? When the questions arise do we even ask ourselves is this really what it is. I was told earlier in my life you cant even question — that too is a sin. In growing and learning — my mother was never wrong — she didnt make a “mistake” as everyone saw it to be — she followed her heart … she experienced her choices and her love and she created her love story. She married one of the best looking men on this planet … my father, and I am proud to know the man he was and still is.
My father respected my moms faith — he sat with us at Eid time — gave us money for the beggars and shared with us when he needed to. As I look back now and I listen to my mom talk about him — she would say “daddy always shared with us and was with us when we had our gatherings”. I smile when i look back now as I realise that my father was the essence of love itself.
Her soul met his soul and they created magic like what most souls do when the energies give off the beauty that it does. We are told many times to stop things before they happen but everything is in Divine Order. The people that enter .. the people that leave and the people that stay … they all play a part in this journey or life and love.
Break the barriers down and the concepts we allow others to feed us …. create your life … respect others for who and what they are as you would like them to do for you and co exist in harmony and love. Religion gives us a basis to follow of all that is needed to be great beings … if we look at all the teachings– they all tell us to love, respect and to help each other.
We have our own consequences for decisions we make in life .. we may not make all the good decisions, but in all, there are the lessons that take us just a step higher in understanding and wisdom. I cannot say what will happen .. all i know is that when I think of God I feel that great love inside my heart and soul and I feel that his love for all of us is indescribable and beyond our own comprehension.. We are ALL one — and as I connect with him on my knees — whether i am driving and talking to him or whether im in a meditative state — the bliss I feel with all the blessings he have showered upon me and my family —- my gratitude is endless.
So the lesson that reach out to me now as I look back on the union of my mom and dad was one of great importance. The heart of another soul is just as important and fragile as your own. The co existing of two faiths under one roof showed me that above all else love existed. It showed me that when I look at others that one of the most important things I see in them is their love for all, above all else. Their kindness to all beings.. the gift of their soul that existed in my life and the beauty they carried. What else is there??