Lost in Finding Religion: A Journey Beyond Borders
For those who seek truth, the path can feel like a paradox. We search for spiritual enlightenment, only to find ourselves enclosed within walls built by the very teachings that once opened our hearts. Each religion, with its beauty and wisdom, also seems to hold an unspoken rule: that the light you have found must remain within its shell, never to be shared beyond its borders.
I have walked this journey myself.
I was raised without a certain faith. It shaped my childhood, gave no rhythm to my days, weeks, months or years, and offered me a hollow, empty sense of belonging. Finding Islam, the familiar call to prayer, the rituals of Ramadan, the sacred stories passed from generation to generation—these are all part of my current foundation that holds me. And yet, as I grew older, a quiet restlessness stirrs within me. My heart begins to lean toward broader horizon, to ask questions that do not have easy answers. I ain't looking to leave anything behind; I am simply seeking more.
When I red about the Bahá'í Faith, it wasn’t in a moment of rejection—it was in a moment of expansion. The teachings of unity, the oneness of humanity, and especially the concept of "progressive revelation" opened a new dimension of understanding for me. The idea that all prophets—Muhammad, Jesus, Moses, Buddha, Krishna, Bahá'u'lláh—brought the same divine light in forms that suited their time... it made sense. It wasn’t in conflict with what I knew from the Qur’an—it added to it, deepened it. Not a new religion for me, but a broader lens through which to appreciate the wisdom I already held.
Still, I didn’t want to abandon Islam. So I did not.
The daily rhythm of Salat, I am supposed too, keeps me focussed and awake, the five prayers, anchors me. They bring me back to myself, and to God. They are not just rituals—they are a kind of homecoming. In those moments of silence, of surrender, I find clarity. And when I open the Qur’an, I find reminders that reinforce my path:
“Indeed, this Qur’an guides to that which is most upright and gives good tidings to the believers who do righteous deeds that they will have a great reward.”
— Surah Al-Isra (17:9)
And another verse that always speaks to my soul when I start to feel pulled in too many directions:
“And do not be like those who forgot Allah, so He made them forget themselves. Those are the defiantly disobedient.”
— Surah Al-Hashr (59:19)
In Sufi thought, I found a bridge—a way to explore deeply without losing my roots. Ibn Arabi wrote: "Do not attach yourself to any particular creed exclusively... The object of your search should be the Truth itself, and not any particular embodiment of it." That line gave me permission to learn from many places while staying devoted to my own.
But Sufism doesn’t only encourage openness—it also emphasizes the depth of one’s own well. Rumi, another master of the inward path, once said:
"You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?"
And yet, he also reminded:
"The way of the Sufi is the way of devotion. You must stay in one place long enough for the truth to enter you."
That speaks to me now more than ever.
Because the truth is—religions, in their earthly forms, can sometimes discourage followers from looking beyond. They can become protective, fearful of influence, concerned with boundaries. But the soul is not built for confinement. It is built for longing, and for flight.
Even so, I’ve learned that while openness is essential, so is rootedness. You can explore other mountains, but you need one to climb. You can taste many waters, but you need one well to draw from daily.
Spiritual growth takes time. It takes return. There is a beauty in continuity. Just as a tree grows deeper roots by remaining planted, so too do we, by sticking with the path that grounds us. You can open your windows to the world, but you still need a home to return to.
So perhaps the real challenge is balance. To stay faithful, without becoming closed. To stay open, without becoming scattered. To allow the light from many traditions to illuminate your path, while walking it with both feet planted in your own.
The Light Beyond the Walls
I built my house in the garden of prayer,
Five times a day, I returned there.
The wind would knock, carrying songs
From temples, churches, foreign tongues.
I listened—not to betray my roof,
But to know if all flames came from one truth.
A voice said: “Drink where the river runs,
But do not forget where your well begun.”
I met the traveler with many names,
He spoke of Prophets as one flame.
I saw no war in his reflection,
Only mirrors of divine connection.
Yet still, I missed the scent of my dawn—
The call to prayer, the peace of Qur’an.
For though I’d tasted other skies,
It was this moon that steadied my eyes.
Ibn Arabi whispered through silence deep:
Don’t marry form; seek what it keeps.
But Rumi touched my heart more still:
Stand in your love. Let the world refill.
O seeker—yes, roam, but don’t uproot.
Let your branches stretch, but guard your root.
The Truth is vast, but so is the Way
That brought you here, that taught you to pray.
One lamp may light a thousand more,
But it must remain on the prayer room floor.
Dance with the stars, wander the sea—
But return to the ground where you learned to be.