On being a Muslim.

Is it too lofty and profound a subject for me to speak on at this moment of my life?Certainly,this is one theme on which i would have a lot to speak on as i advance in life,but its my view on my religion at this present juncture of my life,and its influences in my past,that i wish to record here.For the fear that by the time i deem myslf competent to write a piece on it that does justice to my actual experience of being a Muslim,i would have forgotten many of the intricacies of my youthful take on Islam,as indeed i have forgotten much of my childhood impressions.Though i would try my best here to capture as much of it as i can. An effort i would try to put in the accounts about to follow is to steer clear of the usual trappings of an inexperienced mind venturing upon prose writing-the tendency to show off one's mental depth.As far as i knw myslf,evry attmpt of mine to do so,has a profoundly negative impact on my narrative,as in simplicity,the story comes out much more vividly than in the trap of flight of fantasy. Nt that i would be able to completely remain free from its influence tho!And given rather lofty ambition to make this my longest post on a single topic,i have decided to complete it in neat chunks of multiple postings.