I do not know...

Is it primitive? 

To wish for something more then rithing in the filth of man? 

To fufill a purpose that I myself did not predestine? 

To die in the upmost certainty knowing that I did not die? 

In my school there is a friend.

A friend that is devout muslim above all else.

Praying to a god that was never there.

And being certain in the void. 

I feel as though God has been unfair.

As I see a person so full of Love and devotion all of a sudden falling into the abyss of sensless prayer.

My heart stings.

As I walked home from school, I took a different path and spoke to God out loud. 

Something I do not do often.

I yelled, I cried and I shook my angry fist at the heavens. 

I became ragefull towards the dead beat manevolent God. 

I questioned his plan.

I hated his mind.

Why would you condemn such a sorry soul as this? 

He did not know better.

Like a sheep being led into the slaughter but believing in a banquet.

So was he.

As my anger subsided.

And my place in the universe came clear. 

I fell in the moist winter ground. 

And I did not question him anymore.

I begged for his soul. 

I yelled and yelled begging and begging for the soul of a friend who I loved so much.

And in the midst of the chaos of my primitive mind, I heard the whisper.

Not a audible voice it was. Not quiet and not loud, just...him.

I came to the realization that if God almighty did not love my friend then I would have never met him.

I would have never showed him the beauty and truth of your love.

Instead he would have continued to go around in circles enjoying his imminent and oblivious doom. 

I stood up and realized the sacred truth written on the tablet of my heart.

I shall not question the enigma, but embrace it