Bismillah ar Rahman ar Raheem. As my sweetest Umi always reminds me, quoting our late beloved Granddaddy: “Nothing beats a failure but a try.” Such a true statement, as terrifying as it may be to stand on that brink of opportunity knowing that you could epically fail. At the same time you could succeed beyond your wildest imaginings. Focus, dream big, visualize your success, have faith, and take all the necessary action in order to make your dream come true. Inshaa Allah.
Alone and dark. Twisting gut Writhing in my bed of insomnia. As the Ruby tipped trees lose their brilliant emerald glow, my mood fades… My soul is hungry for the sweetness of Emman, For my kushoo. the tide is running low. Self-doubt and negativity laps the shore. These days I look longingly out the window but can’t bring myself to want to move from the safety of my bed. As the sun sets on summer, I let my flickering light dwindle.
As the knife tight in my gut becomes unbearable, The air of Self-loathing suffocates everything I have left in me to fight it back… I can feel the clock ticking.
The child within is tired and ready to give up.
I lift my babies’ face and hold it close to my own.
I kiss her forehead and whisper that it’s going to be ok.
O’ my sweet inner child of hopes and aspirations.
I have let you become bogged down by the world.
By those nagging thoughts that tell you,
“You will Never have what it takes in this life to be successful.”
“Your stupid and weak!”
“There is so much evil here, it’s too much to witness.”
So you cry for them, as you cry for yourself too.
Trusting and believing in God’s Plan for everyone in your heart.
My sweet child whose dreams are so big.
Why did I ever let you believe that to be true?
That “You’re not Good Enough”.
There was a time you could stand on the top of that mountain, shouting out:
“Nothing can stop me!!”
You can climb up there again, look out from that breathtaking view.
You see that dream over there?
The one far in the distance,
That my dear, is YOUR dream.
You prayed for it.
You sat up long nights praying,
wondering how you would ever get there.
And now you’re this close…and your going to give up?!
Do not ever think you cannot make it.
We did all the hard work; passed over the boulders we thought would never end.
In the distance we dreamed about coming here.
This very place.
We looked up at this twinkling rock in the distance, and longed to reach it.
Our legs were weary but we trudged on.
And now when you see your final accent, before your eyes…this is where you want to turn around?
We have come so far.
So hush up those fears.
Know that your destiny is sealed.
“The Pen has been Lifted
The Ink is Dry”.
Go forth and believe you can do it. Know that you would not be here if you couldn’t. HE doesn’t work like that. When you meet Your Maker, don’t you want to be able to thank him for the “rope” He “cast down” to you? Or do you want to stand before him, Hanging your head in shame, because you squandered that precious gift of a rope? Go forth, because Your Maker believes in you, He cast that dream in your heart, high up on that mountain. The climb is tiring, and your load cumbersome, but it was written for you. It’s no one “else’s Burden to Bear”.
So be grateful and climb on, you know you can do it.
If He believes in you
Why don’t YOU?