To The kind Soul
I don’t know your name,
or the storm that lives in your chest.
I don’t know the weight
you drag behind every smile,
but I know the One who does—
and that, my dear sister, is enough.
Allah sees you.
Every silent tear that stains your pillow,
every sujood made with a cracked heart,
every whisper your lips couldn’t shape—
He heard it.
He knew it.
He was closer than your breath when you felt most alone.
You may feel unseen by the world,
but you are never invisible to Ar-Rahmaan.
Not for a second.
Not even in the dark.
This pain?
It’s not pointless.
This silence?
It holds more value than a thousand words.
Your patience is a seed.
And Allah promised it would bloom—
“Indeed, with hardship comes ease.”
(Qur’an 94:6)
Every delay is divine wisdom.
Every ache is shaping your soul.
Every unanswered prayer is a door waiting
to open in a way your heart never imagined.
One day,
bi'idhnillah,
you’ll look back and say—
“Alhamdulillah for the breaking,
for it led me back to Him.”
That day will come.
Just hold on a little longer.
And when you feel like giving up,
when your chest caves in under pressure,
remember—
“Allah does not burden a soul beyond what it can bear.”
(Qur’an 2:286)
You were chosen for this test.
Not to crush you—
but to raise you.
So cry if you must.
Shake if you must.
But don’t let go of du’a.
Don’t let go of salah.
Don’t let go of hope.
His plan is bigger than your pain.
His timing is perfect—
even when it feels late.
And maybe no one else sees the journey you’re on,
but the angels write it all.
And Jannah…
is being built with every step you take.
@Slave_of_Ar-Rahman✨