A brief chapter of something I prayed specifically for. 

Not forever, but enough to remind me how Allah hears and crafts miracles.

And I found solace in knowing if He made something so

beautiful happen once, He can do it again.

So I trust, I surrender and I hold onto the faith. 

I would be lying if I said I do not miss the 'experience'. It was so beautiful, so surreal and so magical in every single way. But I have learned to make peace with it. To hold the memory gently, not with longing (well, maybe some days — I’m human, okay?) and trust that what's meant for me will always find its way back. In the best form. In the best time. Because truly, Allah writes better than I ever could 🥹