I’ve been doing shit. Like, the shit I said I was going to do. I’ve traveled to Cleveland and Disney World in the first two months of 2020!
I want to say I can’t believe this is happening, but it is, and I do believe it. I planned it.
I visualized it, I wrote it down, and I spoke it into existence!
At the beginning of January, I had an interview for a multilevel marketing firm. (before you say anything, I knew what I was getting into). Funny story. Let me tell it:
I parallel park along side the building it took me at least 10 minutes to find despite the aid of my phone’s GPS. I walk through the doors of a multi-business building and stare at each of the three doors in front of me with confusion. I see the door on the right leads to a salon yet to open. The door directly in front of me seems to lead upstairs, (there was no mention of stairs in my confirmation interview). The last door, to my left, is muffling a conversation about football. I try my luck and turn the handle of door #3.
I walk in to two gentlemen in suits sitting at a desk and two other gentlemen in waiting chairs directly across from them. In this room full of testosterone and cologne there was one other female besides myself.
I introduced myself to the gentlemen at the desk, stated my business, and received a clipboard of paperwork to complete before my interview. As I was filling in the blanks, the football conversation continued. After awhile I inserted what little facts I knew about the NFL and declared my preference for College football. Shortly after, the conversation took a turn.
One of the gentlemen at the desk asked “If you could move to a country outside of the United States, where would it be?” My answer surprised even myself as I found my voice blurting out “Morocco!”
“Really? Why?” The gentleman on the left asked. “I’m not sure exactly,” I hesitantly say, “I’ve always wanted to go.”
I told the men of my plans to travel this year with an emphasis on Morocco and Egypt. It was a wonderful conversation that included reflections on the origin of man and religions and colorism. I was relieved to have had such an intimate conversation with strangers. (always appreciated, never expected).
When it came time for my interview, I was almost sad about the end of this nourishing conversation. About 10 minutes later, I walked back up the stairs from my brief and scripted interview to bid adieu to my newfound kindred spirits. As I was walking out, I realized that I never caught the name of the gentleman on the left who initiated the entire conversation. He shook my hand and said “Tariq” to which I replied “T-A-R-I-Q?” in curiosity of the spelling but also in reflection of the few Tariqs I have come across in life and studies. He was taken aback by my knowledge of his name and offered to walk me outside. I declined and went about my day, although I secretly wished I could see him again.
As I got in the car I wanted to share my experience. I called my partner, who did not answer, and then I called my cousin. We talked for a short time about the conversation and the first Tariq I ever encountered. He was a military man from New York that I had a huge crush on while working at Subway on base. He turned out to be a loser with a girlfriend despite his obvious display of interest in me. I never forgot that name.
Later in life I came cross the name again when learning about the Moorish general who conquered Spain in 711 AD. My father told me about the Moors and inspired me to seek out relative information. So, of course, he was the next person I called.
Later that day, I picked my partner up from work and told her about the events of the day. She was also fascinated with the name Tariq and enjoyed all my stories. Not even 30 minutes after getting home, there was a ring at the doorbell. Usually, we don’t answer the door for unexpected strangers, but today she did.
I tried my best to look out the window and get a glimpse of the man outside. I could only see the sides of his face but he did look familiar. After about a 15 minute conversation, I heard my partner wrap up and come back inside. “Babe, his name was Tariq!” she exclaims. “Really? Because he looked just like the man at my interview from what I could see!” I replied. She said that the only reason she gave him any attention was because of his name. He had been going door to door selling internet and TV bundles in our neighborhood. (classic multilevel marketing)
I was stunned. How did he know where I lived? Was he here on purpose or was it fate? Is this an example of my powers of manifestation? I was thinking after our conversation that I would like to see him again… Did I do this?
My partner informed me that she was interested in the WiFi he was offering and invited him to come back after dinner. That was when I Googled the meaning of the name Tariq. What returned was “He who knocks at night” *Insert shocked emoji here*
I waited for his return and when he did I walked out of the back door calmly as he and my partner were finalizing the details of the subscription. He looked just as surprised as I was that it was me who walked out the door. As it turns out, he had been past our house 2 times already and judging by the ramp outside that someone elderly and uninterested lived here, was not going to come back a 3rd. How divine that he did! We stood outside and talked about where he came from, why he’s here, and what the job was like. It was a relief that he did all the research on the company and was willing to share so that I didn’t have to.
I did choose to accept the second round interview although I did not accept the job. I felt like he was a sign from the universe that my plans to travel are justified and I need to do whatever it takes to make them happen. He was a reminder of what I really wanted from life and for that I am grateful.
I am very excited to make a trip to both Morocco and Egypt and I will never forget Tariq -he who knocks at night.