This is my space for journal-style writing—what I’m learning, observing, and processing. Sometimes quiet, sometimes messy, always mine.
This morning moved slower than the clock.
I was running late, and I thought I’d feel anxious—but instead, grace stepped in.
A text from my manager: “Take your time.”
So I did. I stayed. I made breakfast with my husband.
We laughed softly, we talked deeply.
And for a little while, the world stopped rushing. I was exactly where I needed to be.
Money is tight right now.
But my heart isn’t.
Allah will provide—He always does.
I have a man who holds space for me,
parents whose love never fades,
and a sister who is my very first and forever best friend.
Alhumdulillah for soft mornings and stronger faith.
(This reflection is still brewing...)
(To be written when the newness settles into something known...)