‘Anwar…Faiz… slow down , will you ? Its difficult for your old mother to keep pace ‘ .
‘Sorry, mother , the boys aged 8 and 10, answer in unison’.
The demands of work and family had made long walks a rare occurrence for Farzana .
However, she had promised to show something beautiful to her boys and reveal a precious part of her, hitherto unknown to them .
‘Its on the other side of the stony stairs’, Farzana announces enthusiastically .
They run through the stairs and find an aloof Buddhist temple on descending . The golden sleeping Buddha fills them with calm and the holy chant elevates them.
‘I am a Buddhist by birth . I adopted Christianity in school . And, now I follow Islam because I find the answers to many of my spiritual questions hidden in the Holy texts of Islam. Remember, religion is just a medium to know yourself better, a medium of self-expression. Make no more of it ‘, Farzana says affectionately, holding their young hands.
They hear the welcome chimes from the shining Cathedral , situated only a short distance away.
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