Reflection I
There's a symphony that plays in the mind of a Muslim who is on the verge of losing his faith. There are no instruments around, but it is as if the mind combines sounds with what it recalls from experience. The emotions it awakes are of a kind that appreciates the nature of life in its nakedness as much as it feels a distaste towards human abilities. As the days pass by, his eyes shed the thick layer that covered them for years and that had left him unable to see things as they were. Little did he know that his perception was not only restricting his mind's abilities but also taking away his natural state of being in the world. There is a part of him that feels vibrant, but undressing from what gave him warmth for decades leaves him both cold and ashamed for killing an imaginary Friend. The days come when he slowly leaves behind his imaginary Friend by talking to himself and thinking he faces the last things with Him. These last reflections will not repeat themselves, as the awareness of his inexistence will soon take over. There is disappointment in finding the truth when it also means a loss of what once was believed. His disappointment with the truth meant the loss of his Friend. Now he found out but lost.
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