Some nights, sickness sits beside you so quietly that even your soul begins to speak differently.
The room is the same, the walls are the same, but suddenly the heart starts thinking about Allah with a strange sincerity it never carries in comfort. You begin to wonder what state your soul is in, and whether you have spent too much of your life attached to people who only knew how to stay when it benefited them.
Maybe this world was always this temporary.
Maybe we just notice it more when loneliness slows everything down.
And maybe pain is not always punishment.
Sometimes it is Allah removing the noise of the world long enough for you to finally hear your own heart.