When living in another city in India for a month, I picked up a disease that literally stopped me from eating anything. I didn't have appetite and I could not take in food. I survived on bread, date palm and water. When I returned I looked like someone who has returned from a prisoner of war camp.
I was so starved that my vision had become blurred, but everyday I still managed to visit a small shrine of some Sufi, I never learned who it was, and prayed that I live to go back home.
I have spoken a lot here about my lack of faith and religious belief but when I was very close to dying I was praying to a Shrine. I did not pray to Allah, I prayed to that Shrine to help me.
I was so starved that my vision had become blurred, but everyday I still managed to visit a small shrine of some Sufi, I never learned who it was, and prayed that I live to go back home.
I have spoken a lot here about my lack of faith and religious belief but when I was very close to dying I was praying to a Shrine. I did not pray to Allah, I prayed to that Shrine to help me.

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