Some women dream of seeing the world.
Not me.
I only want to collect moments with Allah.
A quiet corner in Madinah.
A slow walk after Fajr.
The sound of dhikr before the city wakes up.
A conversation with my Creator that nobody else hears.
The older I get, the more I realize something:
The most beautiful journeys are not always measured in miles.
They are measured in closeness.
Closeness to Allah.
Closeness to your purpose.
Closeness to the woman He created you to become.
There was a time when I thought success was found in bigger goals, bigger stages, bigger achievements.
Today I know there is a higher form of wealth.
A heart at peace.
A tongue busy with dhikr.
A soul that knows where to return when life becomes heavy.
So yes, I still dream of travel.
But the destination I seek most is not found on any map.
It is found in sujood.
It is found in silence.
It is found in those sacred moments when the world disappears and it is only me and Allah.
Allahumma salli wa sallim ala Muhammad.
May Allah grant us journeys that increase our iman.
May He make every road lead us closer to Him.
Ameen.