A houseplant I named Hope
I woke one morning and decided to name one of my houseplants Amal, the Arabic word meaning ‘hope’. This plant (a variety of yucca if I am not mistaken) had been nameless since the day I bought it from a moving sale more than six years ago. But today, I realised how much she deserved this designation.
I tried various plant foods, all of which failed to give her a renewed lease on life. If I thought perhaps she was getting too much sun, I would move her to a more shady area of the apartment, and vice versa. Nothing seemed to work. If anything, the more attention I paid, the worse her condition would become. While my other houseplants have grown to become lush, this one seemed to remain limp, barely clinging onto life. She somehow managed to hobble her way through the years, dormant and unchanged unless to further deplete.
Then, in my neglect, the plant discovered hope again all on her own. I didn’t really notice the change as I quickly watered it each week without inspection. My mom was out of town and my sister and I had been travelling, too, so the health of the plant wasn’t the focus of my attention. Yet, somewhere along the way, I no longer needed to pull off dead leaves, and the ones that were left, started to slightly perk up.
As I lay in bed this morning preparing to get up, I looked over at the plant and was surprised to notice from the top of the stem (which I had declared dead months ago) a new green shoot had emerged. I went over to inspect the stem and noticed several buds peaking out at the uppermost part of it. Lower down, glimpses of green could be seen trying to push their way out too. An unusual resurgence that I hadn’t seen happen in previous years. This time, something was different. My frail plant, had amazingly found a spring of vitality that had perhaps been brewing internally.
“Subhan’Allah”, the Arabic phrase that roughly translates as “Glorious is God”, I said aloud with enthusiasm. Then, the first word to come to my mind was “hope”. What better way to encapsulate the enduring concept of hope than by watching this plant, all on its own, find a way to revive itself and continue living.
So that’s what I will call her from now on; Amal. She reminded me, as I often need to be reminded, that when we are in the midst of a persistent struggle, hope is always ready to illuminate the gloom, even when those around us may not see it. Often concealed and quiet, hope can hide within a dormant body unseen until the fruits of its existence begin to emerge into our view.
There is always a chance to discover the might within us, to revive our spirit and come back more vibrantly than before. While God may hand us many challenges to overcome, none of these is too great for our souls to bear. The peace of mind that springs from embracing this idea is a constant challenge in itself, but one that provides us the most practice in faith and virtue.
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