By the will of Allah

No Storm Lasts Forever

Today, I am reminded that no storm lasts forever. Even when the skies are heavy, when my heart feels weary, and when the weight of it all seems too much—Allah is near. He sees the silent struggles, the quiet strength, the moments no one else notices.

Strength isn’t always grand or visible. Sometimes, it’s in the way I wake up despite the exhaustion, trusting that Allah will give me the energy to face another day. It’s in the way I smile, even when my heart aches, believing that He is the healer of all wounds. It’s in the way I keep showing up, even when everything inside me wants to retreat—knowing that Allah never burdens a soul beyond what it can bear.

Strength is not just in standing tall, in winning battles, or in moving mountains. Sometimes, it is soft. It is the whispered du’a in the middle of the night, the quiet patience when things don’t make sense, the decision to try again despite the fear. It is choosing to believe in Allah’s mercy, even when the path ahead seems unclear.

So today, I remind myself not to doubt. Allah has carried me through every hardship, every heartbreak, every moment I thought I wouldn’t survive. And yet, here I am. Still standing. Still hoping. Still trusting.

That is strength. And it was never just mine—it was always from Him.