It doesn’t rush

Standing by the Nile, I couldn’t help but feel its quiet power — a river that has carried stories, prayers, and life for thousands of years.

It doesn’t rush.

It flows — with grace, patience, and memory.

It reminds me a bit of healing… how sometimes we don’t need to force our way forward.

We just need to keep flowing, trusting that life knows where it’s taking us.

Maybe that’s the real magic of the Nile — it teaches us that movement doesn’t always mean haste.

It can mean surrender.

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