Human before being Muslims, or even anything else.

Glancing back at the dashboard, I realized the clock was five minutes away to make me miss the afternoon prayers. Luckily, I found a parking lot right in front of an old mosque, I didn’t bother to carry my coins, I believe the government wouldn’t ask their people for a “pay to pray” deal, it is a situation no body can prove, in other words, pray as fast as you could asking god that you won’t find a ticket hanging on the car window. As awful as it looked, it didn’t have that fancy look of a religious structure, dust have stained the walls of the mosque leaving historical marks that even the rain would fail to remove. I don’t remember smelling my own feet until I breach into the laid carpets right at the entrance, asking myself why does that smell only exist at such places while it doesn’t even in the bathroom.

One of the things I learned from my father, he always used to tell me to have my ablution before going outdoors, it is a tradition that have been carried since my grandfather days. I don’t know if my grand father traveled through time to see that it is a real adventure to get cleaned up in the toilets of the Masjid. One thing I realized, sometimes I ended up being dirtier than I used to be. Some mosques made me ask myself, could god be in that place? Are we deceiving ourselves by being there? Did we happen to repel any of the basic teaching of being Good Muslims and give such places the respect it deserve? How can be my home look more appealing than this place? Are we even human yet?

I understood when I was in school that Allah distinguished us from all the other creatures, by giving us special abilities and characteristics to be suited for this planet. I spent all the time thanking god of what have given to me, the good and the bad, living satisfied remains one of the best blessings Allah have given me. Religions as a whole cannot be accepted by any creatures other than human to be practiced, yes other creatures have their own methods of thanking god. However, the main requirement of accepting a religion is to be human first. Being human focuses on the way of dealing with “things”, “places”, and “other creatures”. I cannot write about something that I don’t yet understand, it is the discovery of how I should be living my life. A sequence of changes have yet to come in order to become human, time will guide my pen to explain further about living a respectable life. But for now, I can’t provide something that I, myself don’t own.