Yesterday

It was Friday, a day Muslims pray a lot.

I was feeling fragile, away from God, in need to talk to Him.

Asked for help of my Brazuca collegues: Let's pray?

And hands tied together, in a circle, we prayed our prayers.

It was very good.

The feeling of unity among us, our needs of: protection, friendship and Divine presence were all called  at that moment.

Thanks Douglas for leading us into a special state of mind, a special spirit experience.

In our prayer: ourselves and our integrity in a strange country, our homes, Flex, our enemies.

I am still feeling up set for the last misunderstandings and willing to change the wrong ideas about me. But, as my mom said: calm down. The right time will come.

I will wait, since waiting is the "issue" of my life, isn't it?

I hope I can be always the open person I have always been.

Looking for the best in me and in the others.

Positive, stupidily optimistic!

I hope!