5 times a day
“People say that what we are seeking is the meaning of life. I don’t think that is what we are really seeking. I think what we are really seeking is an experience of being alive.”
Today I had a philosophical discussion about religion with the language assistant attached to my platoon. Not that I particularly need to point this out, but he follows Islam – and I do not. Translation is finicky at best – when the subject of religion is added to the picture it becomes even more challenging. Watching those who live in a country whose politics are religion based is interesting to say the least. For those who are unaware, things come to a halt 5 times a day here in Kandahar province so that people can pray to Allah. The dedication to prayer is admirable, even if it leaves me slightly perplexed. I wonder, if I grew up in Afghanistan, what would be my perspective? I have happened upon a few chances to sit and drink chai with the women who live here and it would be an understatement to point out the fact that their lives are so different than my own. Anyone have their own experiences/viewpoints to offer on this one?