Godly. It runs in my blood. 
Serving in the church is our passion and dedication. 

A bishop, a priest, a choir member, a lay minister, a sacristan, a lecture commentator are all in the bloodline of my family. 
Our heart of serving the Lord is a fire of widespread and endless fervor. 
Back in my college, I was told by my aunts that I will soon become a nun until one day a very dearly classmate of mine who is surprisingly a nun asked me to join them. But then I said, I will think of it. Many times I have asked myself, "Am I deserving to become one with the church?" "Is this really my calling?" 
I asked for signs. 

When we had a family trip we have gone to a house of missionaries where nuns are there, taking care of children, the old, the disabled persons, and the needy who are being abandoned somehow by their own families. In wonder, I asked myself, why I am always brought into this aspect of life. 
Why Lord? Why? 
I merely forget about that idea until I graduated from college in the year 2018.

About a year, I met this suspicious guy in a white long garment. A very familiar suit. 
Knowing this guy for about a year now brings me back to the times I was asking myself questions that I can't find answers. 
This man is a very religious guy, a very devoted Muslim man. 
He then introduced me to Islam and the culture he has. Women in his religion and culture wear hijab/niqab as a sign of modesty. Where only their eyes can be seen. Where man and woman can't be gathered in one place and is always dominated by men.

A nun vs. A Muslim woman
Both are covered by robes. 
But both differs from the way they are treated. One can be sign of spiritual undertaking and one can be sign of oppession and inequality..

Many times God gives us signs and still giving us manifestations of our own purpose here on Earth. Yet we tend to be blind and go through our own concept and way of thinking. 

Til now, I kept on asking for signs.. 
By the way, that Muslim guy- we become lovers.