After months of silence, I’m finally ready to speak.

This episode is a raw confession , of drifting, drowning, and losing the light inside me while life pulled me under. I talk about the nights I cried without understanding why, the prayers that felt hollow, and the distance from Allah that terrified me more than anything.

But I also talk about the moment everything shifted:

standing outside a masjid, crying before the words could even form, finally admitting that something was wrong, and finally realizing that Allah never leaves a heart that still wants Him, even faintly.

This is a story of struggle, of faith worn thin, of the slow return after feeling spiritually empty.

It’s for anyone who’s been there…

and for those who haven’t, so you can recognize the signs in those you love.

This isn’t a comeback story wrapped in perfection.

It’s a beginning, the kind that starts with trembling steps and whispered du’a.

Welcome back to the journey.

We’re finding our way home together.