Tuesday Poem

Inshallah My Cellphone

left my phone unlocked
on the taxi’s back seat,
won’t be the last time called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my officeand so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,we met on the street,
he rolled down the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
beaming,
handed me my phoneI had two $20’s to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,
saying:

“No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!”

to which I replied,

“exactly!
Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!”

and with an equally, beaming smile I continued,

“our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was

Inshallah!”

something he could not dispute…
or my knowledge thereof and it’s
proper pronouncement, nor
his amazement, to disguise!

we parted ways
each believing,
each receiving,
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah
on our respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the single supreme
taxi dispatcher

by Path Humble
from Hello Poetry

Inshallah: Arabic for ^”God/Allah willing” or “if God/Allah wills,”
frequently spoken by a Muslim