Zainab’s fingers trembled as she zipped up her last bag. The ihram scarf she had ironed days ago now lay folded on top — soft and sacred. This wasn’t just a trip. It was the journey. For years, Hajj had been a distant dream. One she whispered in tahajjud, tucked between tears and midnight du’as. […]
The masjid was quiet now. The rows that once overflowed with worshippers had thinned. The suhoor alarms had stopped ringing, and the rhythm of taraweeh was gone. Khadijah sat on the edge of her prayer mat several weeks after Eid, her Qur’an still beside her. But somehow, she hadn’t opened it since the takbeerat faded. […]
There she was, Aisha, sprinting down the bustling streets of Lagos, her abaya flying like a superhero’s cape behind her. “I can’t be late for this meeting!” she muttered, her steps quickening as if her Nike sneakers could somehow defy traffic. Just a few months ago, she had landed a dream job at a multinational […]