Where It All Began Again...

A letter from the edge of surrender. A return wrapped in silence

Midnight found me at my breaking point.

Not with noise, not with light…just presence.

I don’t remember them knocking. I just remember suddenly not being alone.

They didn’t speak right away.

Didn’t fill the silence with sympathy or solutions.

They sat still. As if they already knew the ache.

And when the tears came,

they didn’t flinch.

They just said,

“Good. Now we begin again.”

I wanted to ask who sent them.

But they looked too familiar.

Like a forgotten part of me that still remembered how to pray. Like the voice I used to hear in prayer when I believed God was near enough to weep to.

“You thought it ended here,” they said,

“but this is where it all began.

Go back, not to who you were,

but to the One who never left.”

And in that moment,

I knew:

I wasn’t breaking.

I was being brought back.

Dua

Ya Allah,

When I find myself at the edge of breaking,

let that be the moment I find You again.

Not because I’m strong,

but because You are always near.

Ameen.

Now your turn

What would your version of Midnight say to you?

What does your breaking point look like and what does returning to Allah feel like in those moments?

Write it. Whisper it. Let it become your beginning again.