The ending just gives me goosebumps. He was a true seeker of truth. I think it’s one of the best revert stories from the past. He embraced almost every religion and gave his all to it, but always felt the need for more until he came to Islam – which he embraced wholeheartedly till his death. I learned that sometimes seeking truth can be a long hard journey, but if you keep going and keep listening to the voice of your heart that sticks to a fitrah (natural disposition), you will find your purpose. What did you learn from this short story?
