In Islam, Muslims refer to heaven as paradise. I am not a practicing Muslim. There are elements of the religion that I not only like, but make common sense & are attractive to me. As a matter of fact, I belong to no formal religion but in my home you will find more than one Holy Quran, more than one Bible, & even a copy of the book of Mormon. I di not purchase or seek any of them. They were all gifts. Which to me, is the Creator or the Universe’s response to my search for a spiritual home (which at times is nore active than others).
The first part of my life, I was baptised, raised in, & attended services at an Episopalian church. My paternal Grandmother & my maternal Grandfather were both deeply involved in the church & from kindergarden to the 4th grade, I attended All Saints Episcopal School on St. Thomas, United States Virgin Islands where I’m from. When I was 15 years old, in 1979, my arents took a trip to Senegal, West Africa. Upon thier return, my father (who had also been raised in the Episcopal Church) had found & accepted Islam (or as he stated, Islam found him).
I was taught at a young age to give thanks before eating, say prayers before going to bed, & to be thankful for every day. I would be lying if I said I know the Bible or the Quaran well. I do not. I’ve always belived or maybe even hoped that there is something more to this life than the earth, than what we know. When I pray, I don’t have a solid idea as to who is listening but I feel & belive in the most inexplicable way, that I am heard. Yet at 57 years of age today, I still find myself wondering,”what if this REALLY is it? “What if this is all there is”?
That scares me. It’s almost bizare to think that I feel my prayers are heard, that there is more than this, yet I’m fearful that there may be nothing after this, that we simply turn to dust, & I wrestle with it. Iv’e told myself that I find comfort & solace by choosing to live my life as though there is a God & finding out upon death that I was right, versus living as though there is no such thing, then finding out upon death, that there is. Simple, right? Well it should be, but I still have moments when I wrestle with dispair that this world is all there is.
I know it’s my own mortality that brings these thoughts, seeing people die but as I write this, the exercise alone restores faith & I feel better than I did when I typed the first paragraph. I’ve come to accept that I NEED faith. I NEED heaven or paradise to get to. I have lived what I would call a charmed life. I’ve felt looked after & watched over. I’ve also wasted much of the time & life granted to me. But there have been times when I had no idea how I would get out of a challenging moment or get through a struggle, like anyone else & it’s at those times that I choose to lean hard on not just my supporting cast on earth, but on the entity, being or creator/God. That which is greater than myself. I’ll continue to be open to religion. I always will be, but I will search for faith. Search for love, give it freely, & give as much gratitude as I can, & live with the faith that paradise is real & that the service to others through the life lived here, will get me there. If your’e reading this, I love you.