Ultimate

Once, I was young and a stranger to myself because of my disability; I was born with it, and surprisingly, no one in my family has acknowledged it. Many moons have passed since I began, in silence, to accept it reluctantly. So, I had learned to pray before I could coo, babble, or make any short sound. Nature instills an elixir to rebuild categories of life forms like mine that could sustain harsh realities.

It’s been over half a century, then some more years, yet I have not heard an echo or resonance for my appeals. All my quiet lament had a common theme: shower me down the miracle of antidote to blossom, to travel beyond with ease! Disregarding that the seven heavens must have rules, the expanding, unending universe sprints under unwavering ordinances. Rules precede hopes and prayers. Always!

There must have been, however, a beginning for the macrocosm, and during that moment, how the rules, chance, and probabilities worked in harmony so meticulously is anybody’s speculation! It’s less confrontational to assume that commands, perhaps divine, had an intervention at the start to cajole life rather than barren lands of dust and rocks in all places. The same is true for luck, which, too, plays a significant role when we learn the science of conception for human embryos. A single sperm out of millions finds an egg to begin the zona pellucida—the contact and recognition between sperm and egg—to begin fertilization. Over time, everything changes and emerges magnificently.

Rules of creation are sometimes straightforward or helpful in some situations. They dip into a subcategory of being primarily functional for many circumstances while only completely untrue for others. In other words, the principle decree of creation is lopsided towards anomalies in how our brain interprets reality! A concept that seems ridiculous to fit anywhere on the psyche’s canvas—or anywhere at all. But that’s how things are, with or without our affection! The bouquets of our hopes, prayers, and dreams are hemmed with the observable laws of phenomena governing the cosmos, but they also yield the ultimate Kifah to be at peace with aberrations. Our grind turns into a search for the screenplay to endure the arduous expedition or the prescription to sustain relentless psychological hemorrhage. We keep hoping for a director’s script and a soundtrack to accentuate the highs and lows so life can be neatly crystallized into a predictable movie genre. Time and time again, we have fallen short since our first breath. Each day, every moment, demands smallish steps one after another, persistence, and wrestling in the slog to alight the heart, for the nostrum did not sprout for Adam, Eve, and since then. Rich or poor, sick or healthy, old or young, find wrangle as the most trusted companions in the realm. Ultimately, I am granted the answer to my quests. So do you. So do all living—that’s what makes it ultimate after all!