God and Allah
Lesley Morris offers a personal reflection on God and the nature of worship
When I was nine we went to live in Egypt. I was lucky, being the daughter of a journalist, as I had already travelled a lot. I liked languages and foreign places. I started school in Cairo, made a few friends, and heard the call of the muezzin from the tower above the mosque.
It felt exactly the same as the nuns chanting at the school I had just left in England: the mystery, the calling – the pull towards something bigger. My parents, who were Church of England, were Christmas and Easter churchgoers. There was no discussion or real interest in religious or spiritual things, so I was not pushed in any particular direction. I was left alone to explore from where I was.
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