I am born a Catholic
Did my first and second Communion, my Confirmation
My Dad’s father was a pious Christian, a lively example of love, a true believer of God and a follower of Jesus,
A kind heart and spirit and a model for the little girl I was.
My Dad’s mother never talk about God. She must believe as she moves through the end of her life tragedies with peace and serenity.
My mum’s father did not believe in God. He thought religion was nonsense.
My mum’s mother believes in Saints, prays for lost souls and has a special place at home for the her loved ones who passed away.
My dad goes to church when he needs God’s help
But he is always there for the ones in need
My sister too.
My mum believes in God
And gives her time for others
When I was a kid, my dad helped at our local church, he was doing the accountancy
While my mum was teaching young children
I grew up and with me, all questions and doubts of life
I used to go to Mass every Sunday, because I had been taught it was good to do so
I was thinking it would help me to overcome my fears and the hours of darkness
I stopped to go to Mass – I don’t believe I am eating the body and the blood of Christ
Thought I believe Jesus died for our sins
I could have been a Protestant
But I do believe in the Virginity of Mary
So my beliefs don’t match
Sorry if I offend anybody but I don’t believe in Satan as a separate entity
I think each human knows deep down
What is good and bad
I don’t blame Satan if I do something bad
I ask for forgiveness instead as I know, as a human, I am weak
I married a Muslim man and I know as a mother I will have to educate my children
To be good Muslim
As I always say
What counts is what lies in your heart
My friends are from all around the world
And from different faiths
My love for them knows no border
As for me
I don’t have any religion
I embrace them all
I don’t belong to any community
I share with them all
My heart praises God
And gives thanks