You Remember, We Are One

 Something beautiful happened to me today. Next to me a housekeeping lady stood, and together, with other women who took the time to walk to the mosque, we prayed. Perhaps religion is here to free us, I thought. 

When in every scenario the cleaning lady and I would not come together, because we have lives too different, in the mosque we were one. Our moves in sync and our words as if spoken from one mouth. 

It gets better… I, with a world class (it’s a pun) education, listened to the labourer’s prayer intently to learn from her and do as she does. Put your hands together and feel His bounty. Put your head down in front of the Almighty. 

Our hands are all empty. Our heads are not higher than others, no matter how much we stretch our necks or turn our noses up.

The Mosque makes you realize that we are one. It cleanses your mind and sight, hearing, tongue and hands and feet. You are reborn with a love for the person to your right and your left, because you realize: We are one. We come from the One. We are for the One.

There is no better thing than people coming together, kneeling together in the name of Love.