On Faith....

When things demand to talk about faith,i usually stay silent.It's not that i am an infidel but it's a thing that has not touched my soul fully.She believes this and the other believes other stuff.What i believe?Where i stand?Do i actually stand anywhere?Question and so many questions but answer is that i can't think on it, now.I think i can never think.Estimating things,touching them in the imaginations,embracing them,this is what i can do all.And,silly me,expecting that other would like it too.When actually they don't.They've their own faiths.Their beliefs are leading them to heaven as they think.And i am still quite and thinking to think on it.When the world is going ahead and people are introducing their thoughts,i'm empty of words.I might not be faithful.I might not be as consistent as others are.It still stings my millions neurons,wandering aimlessly in my brain.When i have to answer all i can is to shrug.When i have to say anything,all i can say is....actually nothing.And when things come to my thought...I can't think well.

Let's say their faith is wrapped with thousands or millions of theories or ayaat.But then,if the faith could be in knowledge,Karbla had not been the symbol of martyrdom.For faith is something in acts.The one muslim(l.a) had not killed the other muslim(a.s).

Pray,one day i,too,find that faith.Faith that may ease my soul.That may embrace me and assure me that i'm alive,breathing and living.That may grant my soul with that of piece,i lack.