I am going to tell you something most parents will never say out loud. When my son was little, I did not enjoy it. I was the one who dropped him off at daycare and felt nothing but relief because I finally had a break. I told myself life was easier before motherhood. Easier. Lighter. Mine.
And then he walked across a stage. And the entire weight of those years collapsed into one moment.
I missed it. I missed enjoying him when he was small. I sat there as he crossed and I thought, I wish I had found Allah sooner.
When you are by yourself and you are suffocating, ask Allah to be there.
Ask Him to send help where there is no help. Ask Him to wrap around you. To give you patience. To give you sabr. Ask Him.
And remember what He said: "And when My servants ask about Me, indeed I am near. I respond to the call of the one who calls upon Me."
Then my daughter came. Then another daughter with medical needs. And I had to learn the practice of being heard by Allah for real this time — because there was no break coming. There was only Him, and me, and the work of staying.
Here is the scariest thing I learned on this path. I used to think the punishment for drifting was guilt. It is not. The real loss is quieter — the invitation softens until you stop hearing it. If something in your chest moved while you read this page, that is the invitation, still loud. This is not pressure. It is a door held open.
Everything I learned in those years is inside. Made for the version of you who is lost right now and tired of being told to be perfect before coming back. You come back first. Everything else follows.
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