You Are Worthy of Love from the Divine, Irrespective of Who You Truly Are.

I was just three inches away from being sprawled on the ground, with broken legs and a concussion- possibly much worse than that.

It was was about 7pm. That evening, I craved a simple dinner- just some Roti (akin to pita bread) and a dipping sauce- after the last session I held, of the day.

I was in a familiar, friendly neighbourhood I had visited for many years. Before crossing the opposite side of the four-laned brick-paved road, I noticed the nearest oncoming car in the lane closest to me, was about three cars away, driving at a safe speed. It was a white car, and there were no other vehicles in the next lane, so I started to cross the road.

As I was about reaching the second lane, I suddenly spotted a dark blue-grey car accelerating towards me. It was speeding up very, very, fast. It was so fast, it over took the white car. I could hear the loud roar of the engine as if someone just slammed on the accelerator and continue to press hard on it. I could hear the tires rolling rapidly on the brick road as it was reaching closer.

Everything happened so fast, yet time felt really slow; it was as if I was having a long thought process in my head within that short period of time. It felt like I was moving slow.

As I was already starting to run, I remember thinking, "Oh my God, what is this person doing ? It's coming right at me! I’m going to get hit hard. It’s going to hurt so much. I don’t want to get hurt. Should I run forward or backward? If I run backward, I might still get hit if I don’t move quickly enough. The white car might be startled."

I felt trapped, caught in a same outcome. The only thing visible in my focus was that dark blue-grey car, which seem to intentionally want to hit me.

The car was getting so close, I thought "I won't make it". I wasn't sure of my speed, forward. But i remember I ran as fast as I could as I was screaming my body and lungs out, for my life.

As I neared the pavement, the car swerved, halting just inches from my left leg.

All I could think was, “Oh my God. Oh my God. That was really close. I’m safe. I’m safe. Thank you.” A surge of relief washed over me, especially since I didn’t hear any cars slamming behind me. I was concerned the crazy driver might have slammed into the white car, but thankfully, he did not.

As I stood on the pavement, still in shock and processing what had just happened, I was drawn to turned around to see the car. It had moved slightly forward between the lanes, and the driver was staring at me.

Although I could not see his face because he was wearing a surgical mask, I felt his intense energy and defensive body language. His hair was reddish-brown; I could recognise it wasn't a natural hue. He was alone in the car.

I felt furious. It felt as if he had purposely driven fast toward me for some unknown reason. I gestured with my hands, asking, “What was that all about ? You almost hit me !”

He gestured back with anger.

Feeling baffled, I left the scene and I walked into the restaurant where I intended to have dinner.

Replaying the incident in my mind, I wondered if he was punishing me for not crossing at the traffic light a few meters down the road. It really felt like he was driving fast out of spite. I could feel it. The fact that he could have slowed down or halted a few metres away from me, but he did not. Instead he kept on speeding up.

As I was about to be seated by the waiter, still in shock, I tried to tell him what had happened, but he didn’t seem to register. Suddenly, a man was standing beside me and asked, “Are you okay ?”

I turned to see a gentleman looking genuinely concerned. He repeated, “Are you okay ? I saw what happened. Are you okay ?”

“I’m okay, thank you for asking. But yes, I’m shaken. That was crazy. I was less than three inches away from getting my legs broken,” I replied.

“I know, I saw. I came in to check on you. Initially, I thought you were here to meet someone, then I realized you were alone. Are you okay ? Should I stay or leave ? Do you need someone to accompany you for a while ?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m here alone. I was just going to have a bite before getting on my laptop to do some work. But yes, stay. I don’t mind the company.”

His name was akin to one of the greatest British Michelin Star chef's first name.

As we settled in for dinner and conversation, the gentleman agrees that it’s a safe neighbourhood; he crosses that same spot every day, and nothing like that had ever happened before.

Still, a part of me wondered if it was my fault for nearly getting hit by a car that suddenly decided to accelerate toward me.

But I knew I escaped misfortune because the Universe (God, Allah, Jesus Yahweh, Guru; however one relates the Divine as) was protecting me. I felt my guardian angels must have nudged my instincts to run forward instead of freezing or retreating, swerving the car at the last seconds.I felt so grateful and loved.

You see, I came from a mix parentage, and I was born into a religion closely tied to a particular race in my country. This religion carries certain beliefs and it is reflected in its outward appearances (apart from other things), particularly in how women are expected to dress.

And my dress code is far from it.

My worthiness has been questioned many times by staunch believers. I’ve been met with cynical scoffs, asked, “Do you actually really think God really loves when you are as you are ? When you dress that way ? Do you think you’re blessed ?”

As I left the restaurant that night, I was extra cautious with my steps. I wanted to wait much longer to ensure the road was completely empty before crossing.

While standing on the pavement, the driver of the first passing car stopped and insisted on giving way for me to cross.

It happened again, as I was pulling out from my parking spot into the main street.

It felt like the Universe was telling me, “No, it was not your fault. You are loved. You are protected.”

Indeed I am- I am loved, blessed, guided and protected by the Divine, The Universe. For this, I feel deeply blessed and grateful.

My wish is that, for you to know that You Are Worthy of Love from the Divine, Irrespective of Your Belief System(s). Regardless of what the society say and how they make us believe that Love is to be earned- that it's a commodity.

To be deserving of Love, is not conditional (only humans do that.. so do the math.....).

We are deserving of Love simply, for being who we truly are.

We are after all, an extension of the Purest Unconditional Love, and that is, the Universe.

Love, Evolve, Transcend

xx,

miza