Imagine
I like to imagine myself when I've made it, in 3 years or so, telling my father he doesn't need to work anymore. I've seen the stress it's putting on him, that job kills him everyday. I thank him for everything he's given me and tell him now he can do whatever he wants. He doesn't need to work a job he hates anymore.
I like to imagine myself when I've made it, in 6 years or so, I run into my manager who gave me my first internship. I thank her, I show her what I became, the result of all my effort and struggle. I thank her for taking pity on me, seeing something in me that others didn't, and giving me a chance.
I like to imagine myself when I've made it, in 10 years or so, perhaps I'm in some big board room talking to a potential client or investor, or maybe I'm in Cali or New York waiting with my wife outside a restaurant and I run into an old friend who gave an astronomical effort and made it as well. I shake his hand, smiling, and I look into his eye and I see he paid the same price as me. Although we may have gotten separated for a bit physically, mentally I always felt he was by my side, because we were fighting the same fight, the same battle, against the same opponent.
I like to imagine myself when I've made it, in 20 years or so, sitting at my grandfather's house in my father's village, Hemlijasi, Bosna I Hercegovina, sitting on the porch sipping on a coffee with my wife, while my children are on the lawn kicking a ball around, playing with the other kids in the village. I get a call from an old friend, he tells me his son is looking for an internship, looking to get some experience. I tell him "no worries brother, just tell him to send me my resume, I'll find something for him."
Sometimes the bridge between imagination and reality disconnects, sometimes I close my eyes and I can imagine these exact moments so vividly, I can taste them.
Molim te, dragi Allahu (SWT) daj mi, ovaj život sto sanjam da bih mogao pomoći svima.