Who is this? God

            It had been a few days, maybe weeks, of absolute routine in my life. Therefore, when we were told that on Wednesday the 16th we were going to observe a Muslim ritual, Eid Al Adha, I was relieved. ‘This is what I am supposed to be doing when I travel,’ I thought.

            My roommate, a man with a soft Afghan accent and a drive that can push Earth off its axis, wakes up early in the morning and works until his body shuts off. Although, you could see that Wednesday was a holiday for him, dress shoes adorned his already neat outfit, and a genuine smile was drawn on his face. He woke me up at 6:30 in the morning saying, “Come on Ale, today we’re leaving early! It’s Eid Al Adha.” I woke up and with glowing energy we headed to the bus that took us to a Muslim neighborhood in the center of Hyderabad, our host city this semester.

            A mob of around 22 high school students and some teachers followed the kind man that invited us to presence this festivity to the mosque. I stood disrespectfully staring at hundreds of men praying on their knees, uncomfortable with myself. However, what is a Catholic born, young, ignorant traveler supposed to do other than stare? That moment I thought, what would my life turn out to be if I was born Muslim in a community in central India? I do not believe that existence is arbitrary, but I can’t help wondering what would I do if I lived a different reality. Then again, this might be what motivates my urge to travel and get to know other forms of life. The day kept going and some time after not being part of a prayer we walked to the man’s apartment building. Seconds after arriving, all of us observed the sacrifice of three goats with blood close to our feet . A precise stab in the neck left the goat twitching and ultimately dead. With a strong smell of blood we walked upstairs to the man’s apartment, sat, and discussed relevant topics until the relevance diminished and disappeared.

            That entire day my thoughts about faith were contradicting one another. My agnostic beliefs were slapped on their pale white face with the idea of sacrificing a living animal to please an unseen deity. Not to question only Islam, because sacrifices, both spiritual and physical happen in various religions. I wonder, why do I feel that it is such a waste to invest your life in something or someone that might not exist? Also, will you ever know if it does exist or not? Who is this? God. 

    Lee Carlton 2158 days ago

    I love your description of Jawed in this. " My roommate, a man with a soft Afghan accent and a drive that can push Earth off its axis, wakes up early in the morning and works until his body shuts off. "

    I'll include this with the other reflections on the student showcase. Very insightful and well written. 

    Alejandro Ribadeneira 2158 days ago

    Thanks Lee, I'm glad that you enjoyed reading my reflection; and of course Jawed deserves such description! I'm honoured to be in the student showcase. (: