The Creator Will Make a Way

The Creator Will Make a Way

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

Life has a way of shaking you to your core. One minute, you’re standing strong, thinking you’ve got it all under control. The next? Everything you counted on is slipping through your fingers, and you’re left wondering how much more you can take.

I know that feeling too well.

Losing my grandmother was like losing the ground beneath me. She was more than just family she was my guide, my anchor, my source of wisdom. When she left, something inside me cracked. And then, my firstborn... There’s no preparing for that kind of pain. No words can soften the blow of burying a child. It leaves a wound so deep, you start to believe you’ll never be whole again.

And just when I thought I had already lost enough, life kept taking.

My car gone. My apartment gone. My job? Ripped away. And the cruelest part? The very people I had helped, the ones I had stood by in their worst moments, turned their backs on me. Some even set me up. The betrayal hit harder than the losses themselves. It made me question everything who I was, who I could trust, and whether kindness was even worth it.

Then came the struggle of simply trying to survive. Bills stacked up. My family needed things I couldn’t provide. I felt trapped, powerless like no matter how hard I pushed, I was always a step behind. That kind of weight doesn’t just exhaust you; it eats at your soul.

And through it all, I held onto one thing my writing.

Or at least, I tried to.

But the world isn’t kind to dreamers.

"Writing won’t pay the bills."

"Nobody wants to hear what you have to say."

"Get a real job."

I heard it so often, I started believing it. Doubt crept in, suffocating the passion I once had. I stopped writing, convinced my voice didn’t matter. It made me feel invisible, like I was screaming into the void and nobody cared. I lost hope.

But the Creator? He had a different plan.

See, we think closed doors mean the journey is over. We see loss, pain, and betrayal as signs that we’ve hit a dead end. But the Creator doesn’t work within our limits. Where we see emptiness, He sees room for something greater. Where we see failure, He sees transformation.

He took my broken pieces and started putting them back together. Not all at once. Not in some grand, dramatic way. But little by little, whispering, Keep going. I am with you.

So, I did.

I kept walking, even when I couldn’t see the road. I kept writing, even when the world told me it was pointless. I kept believing, even when doubt screamed louder than faith. And somehow, in ways I still can’t fully explain, the Creator made a way.

And that’s what I want you to hear.

I don’t know what you’re facing. I don’t know what’s been taken from you, what’s weighing on your heart, or how many times you’ve wanted to give up. But I do know this: your story isn’t over. This chapter of struggle is not where it ends.

The Creator is already working, already clearing a path where you can’t see one.

So, hold on. Keep pushing. Keep believing. Because one day, you’ll look back at this moment the one where you thought you wouldn’t make it and realize this was the moment everything started to change.