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I feel like that piece of metal in the hands of the blacksmith. I feel the fire that I am put into. Just as painful as it is, witnessing the texture in me transform amazes me enough to overlook the pain. And for a quick moment, I realise how I've forgotten to consider that the hands of the blacksmith are burning just as much as I am.

He burns me, refines me and lets himself burn, just to let me know that he makes all things beautiful in his time.

Reading through Genesis where God tells Abraham, "Leave your country and your people and go to the land that I will show you..and I will bless you..", I felt no less than what Abraham felt when God made me reach a point where I had to leave my country and my people, not knowing where the land that I had to go to was. His command is always followed by a promise, a blessing. Abraham was blessed with a whole nation and a baby boy at the age of 99, even though his wife was said to be barren. I wonder what blessing it is that I would witness tomorrow. But today, I feel I am already blessed with 'life' itself. I probably wouldn't have lasted if I did not listen to his voice.

November 11th, Tuesday evening-
A usual backbencher in church, I heard this lady thank God for her job, standing before all the people in the hall. In my heart, I said nothing more but "God, can I stand there next Tuesday and thank you for a job?".

November 12th,13th (Wednesday, Thursday) -
Interview with the first company on Wednesday and I am asked to make an appearance again on Thursday. After 2 whole days of an interview in that company, as I walk out of its premises, my Dad waits in the car, hands me the phone and tells me - " You got a call from National Bank of Kuwait! They might be interested in calling you for an interview..".

November 13th,14th (Friday, Saturday) : Weekend.

November 15th, Sunday -
Interview with NBK, the second company.

November 16th, Monday -
The first company calls and tells me they are positive and want my response. Confused, as I am unaware of what NBK's response is.

November 17th, Tuesday morning -
NBK confirms and says its a go ahead!

November 17th, Tuesday evening -
I stand up there in the hall, before all the people (considering that my knees shake when I have to speak like that before an audience) and I said nothing much but this line - "I asked God for a job. He gave me 2....".

I do not still know what is pushing me to write this post. My mind is blank and my soul is filled. I feel like Abraham once again - blessed, changed, to the point that I do not care if I am accepted for being this way today.

We could live our lives thinking that everything that happens is a coincidence. I today prefer to live mine thinking everything is a miracle, down to the very breath I take now when there are millions taking their last.

The tree...

Some frozen and dry, some still breathing with a sigh.
The season changed, so did the color of these leaves..
Heavy laden with snow, from green to white..
They didnt dance or sway, for the birds had forgotten their way..
Bereft of the spring twitter, the branches that held them together
were bent, droopin down and hopelessly blown.
'I'll keep you alive' whispered the voice below the ground,
her roots wrestled to not let go of any part of herself..
She whispered on...to her leaves, her being.
"Its just the season, your branches shall not stay broken".
It thundered, stormed and blew stones of hail..
Though frail and withered, she promised to prevail.
Even with her grounds moving away from her feet,
she held her one fine branch up high.
Another night had set, and the dawn swayed in with a new promise..
Feelin the first block of snow melt away from her leaves,
A little green peeked out as tears of snow fell around..
From a far horizon, she saw the first summer bird fly..
From a far east, she saw a hopeful sun rise high..
The skies cleared out, so did her doubts
of a new born breeze bringing new life to breathe.
The season changed, so did the color of these leaves.
Smiling with splendor, from white to green..
They danced and swayed, for the birds had come to stay...
Filled with spring twitter, the branches rose up in vigor
and smiled down to the roots...
She whispered on...to her leaves, her being..
"Its a beautiful season till the next storm arrives,
but bloom and smile, for your roots are strong,
if there be a season that is right, there will always be one that's wrong,
with each passing wind and each passing storm,
you'll still stand tall, even after your fall.."
With a soulful heart and head held high,
yes, i watched her stand tall..the soulful tree.

Music..The Soul

That which is unspoken of to people, you speak to these lifeless beings.
And they reverberate more than what the living do.
They don't reply stale words.
They reply music...that breathes life into words.