Seeds

A woman planted a seed.
She was not a woman of my DNA.
She was a woman of God.

She planted it because she knew God was watching.
But she would know nothing of that seed’s future.
Yet she continued to plant more seeds—
planting them because she knew God was watching.

She must have planted each with God’s name pronounced upon it, striking its heart.
Because those seeds developed roots that knew they would grow and bloom for a purpose.

As time passed, the roots ventured through the soil—
studying, investigating, experiencing,
shaping their endeavours.

Were they ready to rise?
Yes—when the time was right.

And when the seed surfaced,
its essence travelled back in time
to the essence of that woman who planted it.

For when the seed bloomed in its first public appearance,
it cast sound waves that felt very familiar to her.

The woman should be proud—
she planted seeds because she knew God was watching.

She was a teacher.

"With Him are the keys of the Unseen; no one knows them but He. He knows what is in the land and the sea. No leaf ever falls but that He knows it, and there is no grain in the dark layers of the earth, nor anything fresh or dry, but it is recorded in a clear Book."
—Holy Qur’an 6:59