Truth
A poem by Khalida Nuzhat

When I was a little girl
Krishna my Hindu friend
took me to a temple.
I felt fascinated, overwhelmed.
The sacred music filled my heart.
The tune of the flute synchronized my soul.
Guru talked about "PERMATMA,"
the super soul.
A few years later,
one of my Hindu friends
came to our house to play.
It was prayer time.
I excused myself and went to another room.
While saying my prayers,
I was kneeling down reciting
"God is great, God is supreme."
I felt the presence of my friend.
She was also kneeling down reciting
"God is great."
My friend and myself
were only twelve years old.
Both of us had a deeper feeling of spiritual togetherness,
and felt elated.
After a few years we moved to a bigger town,
where most of the good schools
were run by Christian missionaries.
I was admitted in one such school.
Every Sunday I attended school church.
I felt the presence of God.
My soul stirred with the love of the Lord.
Worshipping in church
opened a new window to my soul.
From the dawn I had moved to another dawn.
Many years after that,
I came to the United States of America.
To fill my soul,
I went from church to church.
Feeling my quest.
One of my Jewish friends
took me to a synagogue.
The building was filled with ethereal light.
Torah was in the alcove.
Rabbi talked about the Commandments of God.
I was mystified.
I stood in silence.
Completely absorbed.
My soul moving from Mosque to Mosque,
Church to Church
Temple to Temple.
A journey of many years was over in a few seconds,
and now I was in Synagogue.
overpowered and overwhelmed by a sense of anguish
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
Desperately I whispered.
Oh! Allah! Lord
Permatma
Why are we homo sapiens deprived of a universal
Spiritual Sense, a Simple truth
To avoid religious conflicts and Wars.

- Khalida’s sister, Yasmin, is a regular volunteer at the Thomas Merton Center.