Her eyes were heavy from the burdens of the world which her heart carried. There was no escape to this heaviness, this gloominess that lingered inside hed from days altogether. Peace and tranquility were unknown to her soul. It was all but restful. And yet again, it was only her Lord who could heal her. After all, he's Al-Jabbar, the mender of broken hearts. With the escape of each tear and the stories they carried along with constant murmuring of duas for everyone she could remember, she felt better. Because she knew her Lord was Al-Mujeeb, answerer to every prayer. And who else could be the safest haven for her? Who could know her better than Him, the one who loved her 70× more than the one who had my Paradise below her feet. Deep down she knew that He wouldn't disregard her as these humans did.
He would listen to her ever carefully. He would satisfy her and her restless soul. And this made her realise that her Lord had not abandoned her. He didn't leave her neither was this a punishment for her. He was waiting for her, as He always does, He wanted to hear her cry, He wanted to hear her speak her heart out even though He knew everything that was inside it.
Above all, He tests his slaves according to the ultimate pain they can bear.
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