Today , i was talking to God , as usual , when life gives me it's back
I turn to him to catch the hereafter , selfish me.
this's what my fist side says , but my other , the innocent one admits my habit of talking to him
regardless all this contradictions
I love talking to God , i love seeing his creation during my conversation with him
i see him within everything ; the sea , the sky , the clouds , the stars , people ..
i feel his nearness , despite the fact that sometimes my faith degree becomes low but i always feel Him
Yesterday , it was raining heavily , so i quickly ran to my balcony , to talk to Him , i talked , prayed and expressed everything
I gave justifications , told him of my lack of faith shamelessly
Suddenly , something caught my attention
A half-broken window that was about to fall over people
I quickly ran to my mother , told her of that
she told them and they fixed the problem by breaking it all and throwing it away
After that , i laid on my bed , thought of that thing
"Is it an omen? , Is God trying to send me a message?"
the two parts of my brain was having such a scary argument with each other
"Am i the window? , would i harm people?"
"or my faith is the window?"
"or I'm gonna save the world? "
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I missed my desktop background , so I was deleting the useless stuff , and I found this incomplete document
I thought of sharing it , it may inspire anyone and it may not
but I decided to share.
