The confused question

I asked myself about the happiest moment I lived.. and a long reel of scenes passed through my mind.. the moment I saw my first story published, the moment I graduated from medical college, the moment I received the State Award in Literature.. the emergence of first love and first travel.. and going out into the big world wandering among the depths of Africa's virgin forests, and flying to Germany, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, England, France, and America.. and the moment I received my first thousand pounds.. and the moment I laid the first brick in the Islamic Center in Daqi.. I reviewed all these scenes and said to myself.. No.. it is not these.. but another moment, one evening twenty years ago, when happiness mixed with tears, gratitude, joy, and celebration, when I prostrated to Allah and felt that everything in my body was prostrating.. my heart prostrates.. my bones prostrate.. my intestines prostrate.. my mind prostrates.. my conscience prostrates.. my soul prostrates. Author: Dr. Mustafa Mahmoud Poetry collection for publication