Rhetorically

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Come to me, my Future, don’t run away, let me embrace you, fully, whatever you hold, it’s my Rabb’s decree you contain after all, so be not a stranger to your destined one. I may not yet know your touch, or smell your fragrance, or feel the texture of your hair, but therein each is my completion. I have no past, my present is merely confection for your approach, my Future, that with your arrival the final door of me is opened, whereby I can but beam, a sun finding at last its fuel to shine for all of time. Would that I knew if you will reach me in Today or Tomorrow, but He assures me that among His gifts, you are well worth any wait.