A fire kindled in my heart for as long as I could remember. From the times I belong, the idea was intangible. Nothing favored or fumed the flames but between everything it kept burning. I remember being made fun of, openly and in mumbled words.

I wanted to ride a horse. I wanted to rein the winds.

I'm 37 now (37 and a half to be precise) - and which favor of my Lord would I dare deny. Now 6 lessons down, I've been training to ride on a beautiful Arabian Mare.
After every lesson I feel the tiredness entering my bones, but a sense of peace I feel in my soul is beyond words. Beyond Words!!

P.s. Its been a struggle learning. But the One who's brought me this far, would take me to the end. Insha'Allah!!