There are so many wishes inside the heart, but no sujood on the prayer mat, there are so many heartbroken hearts, but no hand asking to mend the shattered pieces, there are a lot of hefty worries but little duas to make it easy, there are so many to improve, but no effort to accomplish, no progress to be dedicated. And at night, when the storm thought comes to visit, He was there, to welcome the exhausted soul, to tell Him every difficulty you had to deal with, during the day on the peak of busiest time, again and over again, for the countless time, regardless the tick of hours, He was there to catch you every time the grip gets slippery. It was the least faith you have, to trust the path. It was how forgetful you are, to rant to the right place, to ease, to enjoy, to always remind yourself. Blessed months passed, but the blissfulness of this month continues to be missed. May we meet again Ramadhan, the next year, if Allah wills.
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