When Certainty Meets Failure
Recently I have been looking forward to something I wanted so badly. I have tried at it a couple of times before and omor it has not been easy. But this time was different, I told myself that I was certain about the success of the outcome. It was finally time, I deserved this, God and I had agreed on this, I had qavah-ed... you know these things naw. Well, long story short, the first wave of disappointment came and boom! It revealed the depth of my certainty. I felt the fear and desperation of each time I had failed at this, and though I was being positive, my certainty was replaced with dread, the panic that history was bound to repeat itself. And this led to a loop of questioning my reality, trying to decipher what I had done wrong this time. With my initial certainty shaking, it had me wonder if truly I was ever certain of the things I spewed. Did it end at the tip of my tongue or did it go further into my heart? Dearest reader, that is the thing about failure, it brings...