That laughter did not just echo in the air...

There was a time I spoke of my dreams

the way a child speaks of the stars

softly, innocently, with affection in my voice. 

I shared them not as a burden,

not as a demand,

but simply as a piece of my heart.

And somewhere along the way,

my dreams were misunderstood,

and the very thing I had trusted with affection was turned into something to laugh at.

That laughter did not just echo in the air,

it echoed inside my chest.

And something fragile within me

shattered quietly.

My intention had been pure.

My words had been gentle.

But still, they were misunderstood.

So slowly I learned

to hold my heart back,

to keep my dreams folded within my silence.

Today, while standing in prayer,

I spoke of those same dreams again

but this time only to Allah.

And suddenly I understood something.

Those dreams were never meant

to be carried by the world.

Where my sincerity was misunderstood,

Allah understood it before I even spoke.

Where my heart once felt small,

He made it feel seen.

For I always knew the truth,

it is not the world that fulfills

what lies in my heart.

It is Him.

And so I placed my dreams,

my hopes,

and my wounded heart

in His divine court.

There is no mockery there.

No misunderstanding.

Only mercy.

My heart rests with Allah.

And there…

I rest my case. 🌙