Food for Thought

There are many days where I question my standing with the Almighty Creator,
if my speck of life in this vast world is truly worth his time.
I question whether I’m worthy to receive so much,
whether I am strong enough to shoulder past unspeakable burdens in my path,
whether I am truly able to whisper “Inshallah” and place all my trust with Him.

But then in my times of bleak doubt,
I remember all the feats I had believed to be impossible
proven to be possible right in front of my very eyes.
And even though my younger immature self would have chalked it up to coincidence,
I, for one, have matured and understand better now.

The blessings I have received in my darkest times have drawn me to tears,
just as they do right now,
dripping silently onto this keyboard.
They have helped me hold my head up high despite all the unease,
and answered all the questions of whether this path I am following is my path.

Istikhara gave me no dream,
Yet it seems I have been given a strong answer,
One bolded, underlined, italicized, and colored a bold red.
So I hold myself to a standard.
I work hard and Inshallah I will make my aspirations a reality one day.

And when I have finally reached my goal,
I will land on my knees,
raise my hands into the air,
dig my forehead into the deep, rich soil we will one day return to,
and I will cry my prayers of Shukran.

By: Anonymous