I watched as it’s hands were stuck in a distance trance, held up as they moved to the commands of the One above. I looked again, noticing they’d just struck ten, slowly in motion above and beyond my diva demands.
I’ve always wondered why I continue to strive, when it’s easier to begin to despise. When it’s easier to give in rather than to wait. But then, giving up is no longer an option, failing cannot be deemed as a positive instruction. Waiting is all I have in hope of attaining success from the One who gives and withholds. Waiting will be worth it, when the end result is greater than what I’d ever imagined.
Indeed, Allah’s delays are not His denials, they’re just packaged beautifully until it’s time for them to be unveiled.