2019 was a hard year for me. I lost my dad. I was in the situation I’ve never imagined on the day he’s gone. None of the family was there. My husband was not around, I had no shoulder to cry on. Being tough was the only option I had at that time. I feel empty for months. Couldn’t cry but my heart and head were heavy. Until I was given an opportunity to visit Haramain in unexpectedly way in the end of the year. It was surely the most humbling and wonderful experience ever. Crying a lot never been that peaceful because no one judges. Whenever I was staring, standing and praying right by the Kaaba I feel like it’s just me and Allah. I was talking to Him only. I feel accepted and listened, for everything I am. I was overwhelmed with Allah’s love. My heart was filled with hope. My soul was healed. "And when My servants ask you, [O Muḥammad], concerning Me - indeed I am near. I respond to the invocation of the supplicant when he calls upon Me. So let them respond to Me [by obedience] a
The future belong to those who have the courage to live their dreams