Through heartbreak and confusion, hopelessness and anxiety, you came at the most needed of times. Ramadan you bring with your hunger and long nights of prayer a sense of comfort, certainty, faith and spirituality. You bring with yourself a tradition, a routine, a feeling of warmth which washes over all that has gone ary. How lucky I am that you have arrived right now.

How lucky I am to enjoy you with my head bowed on soft carpet, in a room lit softly, a bowl of dates giving off their temptation  – drawing my thoughts together to You. Your Greatness. Your Mercy. Your granting me resilience, strenght and hope from places in myself I knew not existed. How grateful I am that You give me reassurances and have lit a light that guides my steps and brings me confidence that things will be better, and that even these obstacles are small surrounded with many blessings. You light a candle that I blow out with every frusturated thought, with every fear, with every ounce of ungratefulness, but as my head hits the ground again it is relit. Every. Single. Time.  And I find myself saying Alhumdullilah so much lately, because You have given me the Greatest of Gifts – Peace of Mind.