Looking back, I sometimes wonder, how did I make it through all those years, all those changes, all those moments I thought would break me?
Some things didn’t turn out the way I once imagined. Some dreams changed, some people left, and some prayers were answered in ways I didn’t understand at the time.
But here I am.
Older, softer, perhaps a little wiser — carrying memories of who I was, gratitude for who I am, and faith in whatever is still waiting for me.
And maybe that is the beauty of looking back: realizing that even when I didn’t know where life was taking me, Allah did.
