the prayers

I remember one day, I was sitting in a park, feeling lost and alone. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I noticed an elderly woman sitting on a bench across from me. She had her hands clasped together, her eyes closed, and she was muttering something softly under her breath.
I had never been much of a religious person myself. But there was something about the peace in her eyes that drew me in, and so I approached her. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a gentle smile on her face.
As we talked, I began to feel a sense of calm wash over me. It was like her words were a balm for my troubled soul, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope.
she said: Prayer is just a practice of the heart, it is not restricted to any specific religion or belief system. Believer of hope, just something you need to be, to sense the comfort, hope, and strength during difficult times