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Dimples of God's smile

It is four days into the new year. It is 933pm and I have decided to write. I have no idea what I should write about. I was thinking, if we live in a dump as some have described Trinidad does that make us dumplings? It is sad and funny at the same time. Some would say it is a dumb thing to say. I would rather say that Trinidad and Tobago are the dimples of God's smile. After all God is a trini. Now I am interested in the etymology of word dimple. Weirdly enough I learnt that the word dimple comes from Old English and Proto-Germanic, specifically from the term dumpilaz, meaning "small pit". There are more things to smile about in Trinidad and Tobago than to frown about.

I was curious if anyone has ever mentioned the dimples of God's smile before and a cursory Google search shows up nothing. I then asked my friend Chatty if dimples is mentioned in the Quran. He said no but there is an example verse that mentions smiling. Surah 27 verse 19 "So Solomon smiled, amused at her speech, and said, ‘My Lord, enable me to be grateful for Your favor which You have bestowed upon me and upon my parents, and to do righteousness of which You approve. And admit me by Your mercy into [the ranks of] Your righteous servants.'" Weirdly before I started writing I was talking to God and I had closed my eyes and selected random verses from the Quran and this was one of them.

I just noticed that the letters of the word smile are contained in the word dimples with the addition of d and p. That is dope. Gives me hope. It is nice when we can turn moments of despair into moments of hope. When we can smile instead of frown. When we can choose an attitude of gratitude. In the face (pun intended) of despair choose hope. God is smiling over us at all times. God wants us to win. Choosing hope is a choice of faith. We are beautiful isles. We put the iles in smiles. We are the dimples in God's smile.

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