The Impossible

The Impossible

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

They said I wouldn’t make it.

They laughed, doubted, whispered behind closed doors.

They figured I’d crumble, fade into the background, disappear like a vapor.

But the impossible has never been a stranger to me.

I’ve watched faith bulldoze mountains that dared to stand in my way.

I’ve sailed through raging seas, my prayers the only anchor keeping me afloat.

I’ve trekked across scorching deserts, my favor shielding me from the heat that’s swallowed stronger souls.

I’ve stared down storms meant to break me winds howling, rain slamming, skies raging yet, I stood, untouched.

The impossible?

Yeah, I’ve danced with it.

I’ve breathed easy in air too thin to sustain me.

I’ve walked through valleys that should have consumed me, yet here I am still climbing, still moving, still believing.

Let me tell you what impossible looks like It’s an empty fridge, but a table that’s never truly bare.

It’s overdue bills stacking up like a house of cards, but somehow, the lights stay on.

It’s a car that overheats, a pocket full of lint, a heart heavy with loss.

It’s hearing "we regret to inform you" and wondering how you’ll bounce back.

It’s the one you love walking away, leaving nothing but echoes of yesterday.

But let me tell you something else

I serve the One who turns dried-up rivers into flowing streams.

The One who brings manna to the wilderness.

The One who spoke galaxies into being with a single breath.

I won’t let what I see rob me of my vision.

I won’t let setbacks convince me my story is over.

I won’t let the weight of struggle crush the fire inside me.

Because I know the Author of the Impossible.

The One who doesn’t need a door to make a way.

The One who can pull a miracle out of thin air.

The One who specializes in turning "never" into "now."

I’ve been down.

I’ve been counted out.

I’ve heard the whispers, felt the doubt, seen the odds stacked high against me.

But I’ve also seen the Creator show up when there was no reason for hope.

No matter how bad it gets, no matter how deep the pit,

just wait

watch

witness

as the impossible moves on in.

Because the impossible has never been a match for the One who walks before me.