7/18/2011
I can taste it. I’ve imagined the moment many times over. I’m not there yet but I’ve got destiny in my sights. I’ve had many friends of Islamic faith. A good muslim must make a hajj otherwise known as their journey to Mecca. If they take nothing, fellow muslims along the way must help them out. For them, Allah will carry them to the promised land.
I feel like I’ve taken my own hajj. Witnessing miracle after miracle has given me a certain confidence. I know what I’m supposed to do with my life and I know how I’m going to do it. There are many around me that worry about the how’s and the why’s, the dollars and cents. I do appreciate their concerns and perhaps if I were in their shoes I would feel the same way. But, worrying doesn’t help. All I know is that I must continue taking steps. I could debate the many millions of ways I could try to get kids to read or I could take that debate time and actually read to a child. Which option do you think will yield results?
The days left to the finish are in the single digits. I remember staring at the vast continent that stood before my feet. I remember imagining the people I’d come across and the hardship I’d face. I remember telling myself don’t look too far ahead, know the goal but focus on the steps. At this point though, it’s a bit hard not to look towards the finish line. But, it’s still a few steps away and I must still take those steps.
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