Two Ways Poem by Hira Akhtar

"How you became friends with God, Mumma? ", her 8 years old daughter came running towards her as she set the temperature while making the pancakes.
She went down on her knees, held her hands, kissed them, looked into her inquisitive eyes and said, "My love, there is a point in everyone's life where we've to choose one way outta two ways.One, leading towards 'Recognition of God' and the other leading towards the 'whirlpool of this world'.At that very point your mamma chose the first one.

She starred at her with open mouth, as if her mother's words were too concentrated to seep into her little brain.
"Just like I choose prayer over my sleep, Mumma? , she asked innocently after thinking for a while."Yes, my dear", she smiled.