Inshallah

Inshallah. Aka God willing. If Allah wills.
Upon hearing this divine statement the cheeks of the skies themselves would blush from shyness. He has whispered a word so profound, surpassing our heights it has flown to our highness. Whatever endeavour I take upon my shoulders, whatever desires I have are pending on God’s consent and approval. But is it if God wills? or is it God please will?
Forgive me, but I must be honest. Perhaps the most insincere promises are accompanied by the condition of God’s ratification. Now a graceless bird fluttering in the wind, in pursuit of finding it’s right as a once noble statement.
Now disengaged from the skies above, the word spills on to the ground from blackened lips with such severe intensities. What once echoed a man’s strength and virtue, now a dressing applied to cover intended lies and hide hollow sincerities. It aches to…