Lessons on the drive

So each day when the person who drives me to work [I’m not a racist, I refrain from mentioning his name. If you guess his nationality, I will not call you one either] speaks to me, I participate with the reluctance of being forced to greet a creepy boss.

Here’s a few of our Q& A drives…

He: ‘Inshaallah’

He: ‘Inshaallah’

He: ‘Inshaallah’

He: ‘Inshaallah’

He: ‘Inshaallah’

He:  “You are working on your day off?”

He: “They will pay you extra?”

He: ‘Inshaallah’

Recently, when my health took a beating, he assured me with his trademark reply. “You’ll be Ok. Inshaallah.”

The fourth week, when I got into the car, he sat looking at me. A minute later, he spoke… “I know you do not consider what I say. I’m uneducated. But I request you, this one time, just listen to what I say…”

“Don’t say you are sick. When someone asks you, ‘how are you?’, say you are great. You know why? Because the One who’s up there always listens to you. So if you say you are sick He will ensure you remain sick. Whoever your God is, just trust Him and keep saying you are fine. Inshaallah, He will make you fine.”

I gorge on wisdom literature. ‘The Power of Your Subconscious Mind’ by Joseph Murphy has been my favourite and yet…