MANIFEST IT

POETRY IN VOICE

MANIFEST IT

By Nadia Irshād

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She was on a spiritual quest. 

Youtube channels, guidebooks, instagram reels and TikTok videos. 

Even a vision board and a rock here and there.


When her boyfriend or her bestie wanted something, 

she would say with such certainty, manifest it.

She turned professed atheists into manifesting magnifiers.

She had it.

The secret lived with her.


And now she was going to up her game. 

She was not only going to be rich

but she was going to fulfill her entire bucket list of dreams,

with a snap of her fingers. 


Last week a video mentioned a mountain. 

A mountain in a remote place with a peak shaped like a tiger.

A tiger mountain,

where she would manifest the moment. 

Visualize it and make it real.


Upon arriving at the village at the base of this mountain,

she realized they couldn't speak her language 

and the locals didn't seem to care. 

She stopped a few with her translation app

and the translations were so offensive she erased it

and settled on hand gestures and grunting sounds.


Just like us westerners, she said to herself.

The secret is lost on many.


She spotted an old woman. 

An old lady will know the secret! 

An old lady would lead her there.


She ordered a tea and sat down beside her at the makeshift chair and table.

What she really wanted was an old world red wine.


The old lady had a chain of beads in her hand,

Tourmaline, sandalwood?

Manifest she said to herself. Manifest.

And she raised the courage to speak to her.


Anattā, the woman said, shaking her head.

This must be THE word for manifest!

Anattā, she repeated, smiling at the old woman, 

showing her a picture of her dream home and a travel destination.

The woman looked uninterested so she flipped through her reels

to show her a Michelin starred cocktail hour with friends.


The old lady shook the beads in front of her.

She understood and asked her where she could buy the manifesting beads.

Seeing the woman was getting up to leave, 

she pulled out a few dollars and asked if she could buy hers.


Time was of the essence you see.

She needed to hike this mountain.


The old woman said fanā, fanā, and left her.


She did it!

She had manifested the next step on her mission. 

And on she went to climb the magical mountain.


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