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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم "I only complain of my sorrow and grief to Allah..." – Qur’an 12:86 🌙 When the Heart Feels Hollow There’s a silence that follows grief. It doesn’t announce itself. It settles into your tea. Your chest. Your prayers. When the Prophet Yaqub عليه السلام lost Yusuf, his beloved son, he didn’t hide from the pain. He cried until his vision was lost. But he never lost sight of Allah’s mercy. He didn't collapse in despair — he turned inward, and upward. His grief was deep, but so was his yaqin — certainty in Allah. That is the kind of heart I want. The kind I pray for. 💌 To My Mother, with Every Drop of Lemon Balm My dearest mama, I still look for your voice in quiet places. I carry your scent in the folds of memory — the warm tea you made, the softness of your hands, the mercy in your silence when I got things wrong. There are things I never said. Things I didn't know how to say. And now t...