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Student @ Adekunle ajasin university akoko ondo state akungba
Lagos, Nigeria
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Religion
<p>*Religion*
</p><p>
</p><p>Religion is not just stone walls and stained glass.
</p><p>It’s a whisper at 3 AM when the world is too loud.
</p><p>It’s hands folded, and knees on the floor,
</p><p>and a heart that finally stops running.
</p><p>
</p><p>It’s ancient words passed down like fire,
</p><p>meant to warm, not to burn.
</p><p>It’s questions asked in the dark,
</p><p>and answers found in community, in silence, in song.
</p><p>
</p><p>Religion is a compass.
</p><p>It doesn’t tell you where the storms are,
</p><p>but it reminds you which way is north.
</p><p>It calls you to be kind when it’s hard,
</p><p>to forgive when it hurts,
</p><p>to believe there’s more than what we can see.
</p><p>
</p><p>It’s ritual and routine, yes —
</p><p>bread broken, water poured, prayers spoken.
</p><p>But deeper than that,
</p><p>it’s a home for the searching soul.
</p><p>
</p><p>Different names. Different paths.
</p><p>Same longing to be loved,
</p><p>to be held,
</p><p>to be part of something bigger.
</p><p>
</p><p>So let it make you gentler.
</p><p>Let it make you braver.
</p><p>Let it teach you how to bow in humility,
</p><p>and stand in hope.
</p><p>
</p><p>Because at the center of every faith
</p><p>is the same quiet truth:
</p><p>We are not alone.
</p><p>
</p><p><br/></p>
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