Dawn till dusk

In the stillness of the early morning, when the world remains hushed in slumber, I kneel in prayer, tears welling in my eyes—each one reflecting the love and compassion Allah showers upon me. The blessed month of Ramadan magnifies these moments, making them more than mere rituals; they become intimate conversations with my Creator, where my heart is laid bare, and my soul is gently cradled in His mercy.

With each tear that falls, I feel the burdens of my heart lightening, as if they are being washed away by the very grace I seek. My soul softens, opening wider to receive His divine presence, and in that quiet surrender, I find a peace that words cannot capture. It is a peace born of knowing that no matter how flawed I am, no matter how much I stumble, Allah’s mercy is always within reach, His love always encompassing.

I find myself looking forward to these early mornings and silent nights with an indescribable joy. They are sacred pauses in the rhythm of life, moments where the noise of the world fades, and all that remains is my heart in communion with the Divine. It is in this darkness, illuminated by faith, that I find my true light—the reassurance that I am seen, heard, and loved beyond measure.

And as my soul fills with His love, I feel a gentle urge to extend it—to be kinder, more patient, more compassionate, not only with myself but with all of His creation. In these quiet hours, I am reminded that just as Allah bestows mercy upon me, I am called to reflect that mercy in the world. It is a love that does not hoard but overflows, a kindness that multiplies when given away.

So, I cherish these moments—before dawn breaks and before the night fades—because in them, I find the truest essence of Ramadan: a time of reflection, renewal, and a love so vast that it transforms my heart, one whispered prayer at a time.