Spirituality & Beliefs
I Picked Up A Cross At The Train Station As It Means A Lot To Me
I saw the cross trampled by a crowd of human beings. I saw people walked hastily to their destination. Some were in a rush for their Sunday services nearby.
The cross flung from one direction to another as different feet kicked the cross, unnoticed. At an instant, the worship song came to my heart.
Like a rose, trampled on the ground. You took the fall and thought of me above all. — Part of a worship script from the title ‘Above All’
I picked up a cross at the train station. I was amazed nobody paid attention to a sacred piece, regardless of whatever beliefs.
In a country where we pledged ourselves as regardless of race, language, or religion, how we acted as a form of being respectful mirrored what our believes taught us.
As for me, Mother Mary meant so much to my heart.
I am unsure if I am a Catholic, Protestant Christian, or a Muslim to be exact. What I am sure are 2 matters:
- Each is a continuation of the other from the practices
- The highest of reverence among the women is Mother Mary as she is very dearly mentioned in the noble Qur’an
And surely the Convent school girls like my Muslim cousins knew what it was like to begin the day in the school assembly. Hail O Mary was recited.
I recalled I was half-way through memorization of the Letter of Mary in the Qur’an when I was in Yemen.
I saw the reverence in Mother Mary’s purity and perseverance at the mockery of people who thought she had sex before marriage.
I saw the modesty of her clothes plain, simple, and not tight-fitting with her headscarf that made her stood out as blessed is she among all the women in her generation.
I held her in my heart dearly. And I seek her intercession for whatever I may be.
When I saw the cross flung everywhere, my heart beat a skip. Like the first responder in emergency situation, automatically I walked up to the cross in urgency. I picked it up. Kissed it.
It was one of the best days in my life as though I strike a lottery ticket. I felt very blessed. Very lucky.
I missed my black veils except for the face shield. I missed it very much because in the past, even the Catholic sisters wore it. Despite a colleague shared with me that Mother Mary’s veil is blue, I knew the Muslims wore black just for differentiating purposes besides being dull so as not to attract the men’s sexual lust.
The best of all mothers in the World would still be Mother Mary. Her other name being Ave Maria, and Lady Fatima.
I hope she will pray for me at this hour as I mentioned her, and at the hour of my death.
Blessed week ahead.
xoxo
N.A.
