Few years ago, when I faced the worst phase in my life, I went into a deep shell, isolating from the rest of the world.
Despite all the adversities and tough circumstances, what kept me alive is strength and perseverance.
If you wondered, where did the strength came from ? The answer is, I used to pray a lot. Not hoping for any miracle – but enough strength to come out of the situation I was in, which I had never experienced before.
There was not a single temple or a church or a mosque I did not visit seeking strength. My situation did not change with the prayers. Yet, I had this strength and hope that someday I will be shown the path to come out of it.
I know there are people who pray before an exam or when a loved one falls ill and hope for miracle…
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