A Blessed Meeting
We first met at a gathering of knowledge in a small campus prayer room, surrounded by the recitation of sacred verses that brought peace to the heart. I saw her sitting calmly in the front row, writing down every piece of advice shared by the ustadz with such grace. Not a single word was exchanged—only a quiet prayer in my heart, asking Allah to let our paths meet again in goodness and at the right time. Since that day, her name often found its way into my supplications, hoping this feeling was not merely admiration, but the beginning of something blessed by Him.
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