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There are days your soul feels heavy like itโ€™s carrying years of silence, and broken prayers, you feel like youโ€™ve missed too many chances, sinned too many times, or stayed distant for too long. You see others glowing in their faith, walking with peace, and you wonder how they got so far, while you feel so far behind. You sit in the quiet, holding your regrets  the sins you thought you buried, the prayers you missed, the versions of you that youโ€™re too ashamed to speak of. And in that stillness, a question whispers through the cracks of your heart: ๐—ช๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—”๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ต ุณูุจู’ุญูŽุงู†ูŽู‡ู ูˆูŽุชูŽุนูŽุงู„ูŽู‰ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ? Someone whoโ€™s wandered so far, fallen so many times, and failed to come back โ€” again and again? ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒโ€” You are not forgotten. You are not a failure. You are not too far gone to be found. What you feel right nowโ€ฆ isnโ€™t distance. ๐‘ฐ๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. Itโ€™s your soul stirring beneath the weight of the world. That heaviness in your chest, the ache behind your quiet smile, the guilt that lingers when you hear the Qurโ€™an  that is not proof of your failure. It is the echo of your fitrah  the part of you that always knew the way home. That pull in your heart isnโ€™t weakness. ๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ก โ€” ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐’๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐’๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. Even when you stopped praying. Even when you couldnโ€™t lift your head from shame. Even when you thought you had nothing left to offer โ€” ๐‘ฏ๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’. You were never asked to be flawless. You were only ever asked to return. Again. And again. And again. And even if you come back with nothing but tears, with hands full of sin, with a heart too tired to speakโ€ฆ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ก ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ. Allah ุณูุจู’ุญูŽุงู†ูŽู‡ู ูˆูŽุชูŽุนูŽุงู„ูŽู‰ says: โ€œO My servant, if you come to Me walking, I will come to you running.โ€ Allah still listens when all you can say is, โ€œYa Allahโ€ฆ I donโ€™t know how to come back. But I want to.โ€ And that desire โ€” even if it flickers like a dying flame โ€” ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก. Enough for Him to rebuild you. Enough for Him to wrap you in a mercy that has no limit. Let that longing grow. Let it carry you. Not in fear. But in ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž. Not in shame. But in ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž. Because your return is not a sign of your strength. ๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ฒ. Even now โ€” even here โ€” He is writing your name among those who came back. Among those He forgave. Among those He never gave up on. So cry if you need to. Repent like a child returning home. Speak to Him like someone who just wants to be held. You will never be turned away. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’†. Even in your quietest moments, when your heart aches and your faith feels thin, He is near โ€” gently turning your pain into a path, your silence into a whisper, your heaviness into a reason to come home. And there is no journey more beautiful than the one that begins with: โ€œ๐˜๐š ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐กโ€ฆโ€
There are days your soul feels heavy like itโ€™s carrying years of silence, and broken prayers, you feel like youโ€™ve missed too many chances, sinned too many times, or stayed distant for too long. You see others glowing in their faith, walking with peace, and you wonder how they got so far, while you feel so far behind. You sit in the quiet, holding your regrets the sins you thought you buried, the prayers you missed, the versions of you that youโ€™re too ashamed to speak of. And in that stillness, a question whispers through the cracks of your heart: ๐—ช๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—”๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ต ุณูุจู’ุญูŽุงู†ูŽู‡ู ูˆูŽุชูŽุนูŽุงู„ูŽู‰ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ? Someone whoโ€™s wandered so far, fallen so many times, and failed to come back โ€” again and again? ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒโ€” You are not forgotten. You are not a failure. You are not too far gone to be found. What you feel right nowโ€ฆ isnโ€™t distance. ๐‘ฐ๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. Itโ€™s your soul stirring beneath the weight of the world. That heaviness in your chest, the ache behind your quiet smile, the guilt that lingers when you hear the Qurโ€™an that is not proof of your failure. It is the echo of your fitrah the part of you that always knew the way home. That pull in your heart isnโ€™t weakness. ๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ก โ€” ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐’๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐’๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. Even when you stopped praying. Even when you couldnโ€™t lift your head from shame. Even when you thought you had nothing left to offer โ€” ๐‘ฏ๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’. You were never asked to be flawless. You were only ever asked to return. Again. And again. And again. And even if you come back with nothing but tears, with hands full of sin, with a heart too tired to speakโ€ฆ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ก ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ. Allah ุณูุจู’ุญูŽุงู†ูŽู‡ู ูˆูŽุชูŽุนูŽุงู„ูŽู‰ says: โ€œO My servant, if you come to Me walking, I will come to you running.โ€ Allah still listens when all you can say is, โ€œYa Allahโ€ฆ I donโ€™t know how to come back. But I want to.โ€ And that desire โ€” even if it flickers like a dying flame โ€” ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก. Enough for Him to rebuild you. Enough for Him to wrap you in a mercy that has no limit. Let that longing grow. Let it carry you. Not in fear. But in ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž. Not in shame. But in ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž. Because your return is not a sign of your strength. ๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ฒ. Even now โ€” even here โ€” He is writing your name among those who came back. Among those He forgave. Among those He never gave up on. So cry if you need to. Repent like a child returning home. Speak to Him like someone who just wants to be held. You will never be turned away. ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’†. Even in your quietest moments, when your heart aches and your faith feels thin, He is near โ€” gently turning your pain into a path, your silence into a whisper, your heaviness into a reason to come home. And there is no journey more beautiful than the one that begins with: โ€œ๐˜๐š ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐กโ€ฆโ€

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