It seems my earlier posting has got a few people thinking. Good.
The Volume of Interaction's first ever posting was about my Chinese grandmother's death and the question that her passing made me ask myself, and my faith. I had to ask, "Where do all the angels go?"
The answer, my answer, gives me hope.
For all the muftis, ulamas, and learned muslims -- Islam seems to be such a clear cut of black and white. It is either this or that; a very Bush-ism outlook on life and the afterlife. You're either with Us or against Us. There is a certain comfort in that, i understand. A certain security in belief. For many, that's all there is and i'll be last to begrudge them that.
But not for me. And, perhaps for many others too such as Mack Zulkifli. For us, religion can't be just about black or white.
Personally, religion is my guide. I turn to it for comfort. I look to it when no other answers exist. At the end of the day, it means much, much more to me than what, how, where and to whom i extend a polite greeting of celebration and friendship.
If you knew me, or if you were even in my shoes for a moment, then you would understand how much i need my understanding of the faith to be compassionate and merciful. Angels are all around us, amongst us, and they all go to the same place.
A Happy Chinese New Year to myself, and all. A wish of grace for Awwal Muharram to myself, and all.
