Chapter 9 – Your Time Will ComeDear future me,There will be days when the waiting feels endless. Days when the sky looks the same as yesterday, and the road ahead feels stuck. You will wake up and wonder, “When will it be my turn?” I know that feeling. I have lived it many times. I still feel it now.Waiting is hard. It can break your confidence, make you doubt yourself, even make you doubt Allah’s plan. The silence can feel heavy, like nothing is moving. But I want you to remember: even when you see nothing changing, something is still growing. Seeds grow underground before they ever see the sun.Right now, I don’t always see the results of my effort. I study, I work, I try, and sometimes all I get is another day that looks like the last. But I’m learning that time is not my enemy — rushing is. When you rush, you pick the fruit before it is sweet. You build the house before the foundation is ready. You ruin what could have been beautiful.Future me, when you feel left behind, remember the stories of those who waited. The Prophet Yusuf (A.S.) spent years in prison before becoming a leader. The Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W.) spent years being rejected before Islam spread. They were patient because they trusted Allah’s timing. And Allah never wastes the patience of His servants.Your time will come. Maybe not when you expect it, maybe not in the way you planned, but it will come. And when it comes, you will understand why it had to take so long. You will see that every delay was a hidden blessing, every pause was protection, every “not yet” was Allah saying, “I have something better.”I wish I had understood this earlier. I wasted so many nights feeling angry at the slowness of my life. I looked at the clock as if it was my enemy. But now I’m learning to see time as a friend. It gives me space to prepare. It gives me room to heal. It gives me the chance to grow strong enough to hold the things I pray for.You cannot run into your future before you are ready to carry it. A heavy blessing in the wrong hands can feel like a burden. So trust the wait. Use it well. Fill it with learning, with kindness, with prayer. The time will pass anyway — let it pass in a way that builds you, not breaks you.One day, you will wake up, and everything will change in a moment. The call will come. The door will open. The thing you prayed for will stand in front of you, smiling. And in that moment, you will realise that the wait was not empty — it was shaping you for this.So when you are still here, waiting, do not lose heart. Keep walking, even if the steps are small. Keep believing, even when your heart feels tired. Keep trusting, because the One who wrote your story is never late.I know the present me still struggles with this. I still have nights when I cry because nothing is moving fast enough. But I’m learning to talk to myself gently. I’m learning to say, “It’s okay, we are still on the way.” And maybe that’s the real gift of patience — not just reaching the destination, but finding peace while still walking.Future me, when you read this, I hope you are living in that answered prayer. But if you are still waiting, please remember what I’m saying now: your time will come. It always does. And when it does, you will be glad you waited with faith instead of rushing with fear.So breathe. Trust. Keep going.Because the clock is not against you — it is working for you
