He was born here at the Maldives, to a Maldivian mother and a Maldivian father. Might be because he lived far away from them when he was a child, he lives a ‘general’ life. Faith was something he was barely taught. He passed days, religion was non that mattered to him. He wasn’t skeptical, but it was lack of knowledge that left him wandering. But then again, his enthusiasm kept him looking for answers.
At teen he met a group, generally referred to as the ‘wahabbis’ at the Maldives. A few hours of interaction developed a sheer interest in him towards religion. He never cared to ask several questions that he asked later, but continued to follow ‘the group’. He was there amid them at the very center, yet his view was as if someone looking into a group from a distance. He was an observer, a learner, and a careful one in that.
When MDP came into existence every person who was against the then government (Maumoons government) joined MDP. It was two sides at that time; the MDP and Maumoon’s people. Later on with more freedom and because of differences in thinking more groups evolved.
Similar to this, he started seeing a division within the religious group of people that he was with. When they were together all they talked about was unity; holding to the rope of faith together. But with changes in philosophy they started to leave the rope, they unwind the rope which created several tinier ropes that were ‘scrawny’! They started fighting each other and started seeing each other as infidels!
And as an observer, he could not withstand what he witnessed. It was a mess that he needed to get out of. His faith that started to blossom vanished into a nothingness. He saw each other showing evidences in their favor from the same sources and his feeling towards the Almighty changes. He started believing that there is no higher power. Because whatever religion that he knew of was full of contradictions, conflicts, arguments, fights and battles. He saw religion as a politics with own agendas, own philosophies and thinking.
So he ignored, started wandering yet again. And when he reached higher education he was deep into science. His knowledge in science ousted any other student at his level. This might so be because his intention was not only learning for the sake of learning, but to find a meaning in life, to find answers, to know the reason of existence.
In science he saw a beauty; a beauty that is so intense so complicated and completely governed. He saw the most complicated formulae governing the actions and reactions in life; a formula that creates a never ending series of complicated events. The universe, the beauty in it, life, death, the math, the physics, the chemistry in the universe, how these three basics of the science co-joined to bring out the miracles of the universe! In that he saw a fascination. A miracle, wonderment!
And in science, in the wonderment of the universe, in the beauty of life he saw reasons, reasons that brought back his belief; the belief in a superior power. The strengths that govern the universe, the laws that keep the flow, it requires to have a coordinator, and organizer, he realized. And his faith grew stronger the more he learned science. In deed belief is magical!
-thadu
wow. i really like this post. the path to belief and faith is numerous, and not rigid and one dimensional as these newly appointed prophets are preaching. Each to his/her own. Good one.
Nice post! I second Fali’s comment! Cheers!
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this is very true…personnel experience.
a very interesting post, but wondering why da ‘he’ ‘he’? cud have been more directed
so you only observed nd listened to wht people were saying nd did not read the Holy Quran where everything wz clear nd simple to understand.my question now is wht is your strength of the believing system now?
What a nice post. I really love reading these types or articles.