How to be good at world hopping?
This is the question the hazel-eyed girl asks herself when she’s supposed to be focusing on the intricacies of Arabic grammar. It’s a question she would want to ask others, if her sensitivity of speaking to people was not nervously fragile after being told to be left alone by the person she once hopped worlds for over an extended length of time. But a survey would likely be no good in any case, for it is one of those rare abilities that you actually are “magically” granted or not granted.
It is something this hazel-eyed girl wished for and prayed for and wished for when she visited a desert land thousands of miles away from home… To hop into the same world occupied by the likes of him emanating light, with the name Habib Kadhim as-Saggaf, or him who guides hearts by pen and poem, with the name Imam al-Haddad, or all the other hims and hers who are legends in the storybook of spirituality… But alas, the girl was not granted this world hop. It is not her gift, unlike others around her. She thought she had finally accomplished it; for many moons she pushed herself to believe she had hopped into the world of a man with pretty words and pretty eyelashes. Come to find out she had hopped onto the quicksand border of his world that took many moons to fall through, but fall through nonetheless.
How to be good at world hopping?
It is a question that will stay on the hazel-eyed girl’s mind as she watches those who are gifted world hop so fluidly. We have to wait and see if she will find someone whose world piques her interest enough to want to make the attempt to world hop again, though we are doubtful, because as we remember, it is not something she has yet been granted, and her confidence has taken a hard fall. But wait we shall, for world hopping is the joy of being here. Or are we wrong?
