By: Faisal Khan

Trust the Rain

In the heart of the desert,
fairy shrimp mate, lay their eggs, and bury them in the sand.
The act is brief—mere days.
The adults do not survive,
but the eggs remain.
Waiting in silence. Waiting in faith.
Sometimes for years.
Sometimes for decades.
At last, the rain arrives—a sudden deluge. Life stirs.
The eggs split open, and a new generation begins.
So too must you bury your work in faith.
Do all you can. Then, be still.
It may not bloom in your hands.
You may never stand in its shade.
When the rain comes—
what you planted will rise.
Do not beg the clouds.
Do not search the sky.
Just trust the rain…

A CATCH-22 MANTRA

I am not a Sage
Your life is a sacred gift—
do not squander it on the unworthy.
Nature grants you the wisdom to choose how to live,
and the courage, when needed, to choose how to die.
If death must come, let it be by the hand of a sage,
not by the hand of a fool.
Those who live with dignity
must meet death with the same grace.
But if, in a dark moment,
you are tempted to discard this gift—
stop.
Breathe.
Remind yourself:
I am not a sage.
I am not a sage.
I am not a sage.