The Making of The False self

In KL i stayed with one of my sister for two days. She is supermom with two lovely boys and a daughter with the eldest aged 12 and the youngest boy just above a year old. The family especially the husband is devout muslim and would usually go to the nearby prayer hall together with the eldest son for group night prayers. They only listen to Islamic radio in the car and it’s no surprise that they only have the basic national TV channels.

No Netflix or Disney channel for the kids.

The serene 'azan' or the call for prayer echoed loud and clear through the community reminding the muslim its time for the compulsory five a day prayer.

Once the "azan" heard at night , the dad and the eldest son will be rushing to the prayer hall and he was particular on this.

The first 2 children also attending Islamic classes religiously as well.

The adorable daughter is hijabi and she dons her hijab beautifully.

The young family emphasise a lot more on the Islamic teaching and values in comparison to mine back then.

Most importantly they seem happy with the way they are living.

Islam as the main and official religion rooted deep and wide in this country.

Some would argue if we actually embracing Islam and being truly muslim or simply becoming or being Arab.

The founding father of the republic of Turkeye , Mustafa Kemal Attaturk saw this and he modernized and liberated Turkeye mainly through education and giving equal rights to women.

He upheld the Turkish values and reduced religious interferences significantly.

Education is still the key and the hope for change.

We have both here but are we open to the truth and brave enough to walk against the mainstream?

The eldest boy left a prayer mat in my room and the hijabi sister told me I should pray first instead of eating dinner.

I was surprised by her little cheeky mouth but come on she was just a child.

I didn't respond and slowly finishing my food instead.

I left the prayer mat untouched.

I do appreciate the initiative and advice given by my young nephew and nieces but looking back I cannot help not to feel sorry for them. These are the innocent children the white canvas of whom soon will be corrupted by the many conditioning and programming like all of us did.

Distanced from the god the source the moment they were born.

The older they get the more forgetful they become and the stronger they identify with the false self, the character given by the world.

They might not even remember their true self until they die and the cycle repeat again and again.

I wish I could have done more.

I wish I could have reminded them the truth but they just too young to understand .

They don’t have to do any of that to find god .

That they would never find god in the prayer hall or the prayer mat.

That god is in their hearts.

The dad must be triggered to see me looking and behaved far from the ideal muslim.

I have been non practising muslim for years and since embracing spirituality fully, I quit religion for good.

I love wearing shorts, i wear earrings and i dont do prayer.

He might lose his marbles if he knew I love cocks too.

Saying all that, he might have good intentions genuinely just wanted to save me from hell by reminding me his idea of good muslim.

Am good, thanks.

Am living my own way.

Is the parents guilty ?

How can we blame the parents if they asleep .

They were the product of their asleep parents too and it's the same with the many past generations.

When we asleep , we believe we are on the right path and we blinded by the rest.

We never questioned we simply believe like those come before us.

They is no point arguing saying they are in the wrong as that might push them away further.

We have to respect everybody’ journey instead of telling people what to do .

I respect their journey and i hope they respect mine as well.

Some advocate leading by example.

Leading means putting ourselves lower than others.

We can always strive to be a good person and

be kind to others despite our differences in belief.

Imagine, we used to be as pure as the baby- Free of anything.

Free from human concept, ideology, values, moral, expectations and judgement

And we see things as it is.

Our long forgotten nature.