For centuries, in every time and every place, mankind has asked questions about the meaning of life. And, in our society of instant gratification and material ease, even when all one’s dreams come true and all one’s wishes have been granted, there is always that gnawing feeling, that nagging question – is this all there is? It is as if the need of thw human soul is so deep that no amount of good times and enjoyment will ever fill it completely. So, sometimes, the man or woman who ‘has everything’cries alone at night in despair or seeks comfort in a pull, in a bottle or a fine white powder, anything to quench that insatiable thirst for something meaningful, something real.
But we had found something that gave meaning to every waking moment, something that made our lives purposeful and focused. Some of us were pleased to have left the slavish following of society’s whimps.
In a way, we had taken a very strong stand against the prevailing culture. We had said, ‘No, I am not going to live my life according to your trends and dictates. I am not going go lose myself in our enjoyments and distractions. I am not going to dreas according your fashions. I am a Muslim and I worship Allah, not Vogue or Sunday Times.’
–From My Sisters’ Lips by Na’ima B. Robert