Series: When the Masjid Feels Like a Hug
đż Episode 1: I Wasnât Looking for the MasjidâBut It Found Me
âSometimes, you donât walk toward peace. Sometimes, peace walks toward you. And sometimes, it looks like a masjid."
I didnât move to this city to find God. I came for work. For growth. For chances I couldn't predict. But between chasing opportunities and trying to stand on my own, there were days I felt so far from everything familiarâeven from myself.
Until one day, I stepped into a masjid near my temporary home.
I donât even remember what pulled me in. It wasnât planned. Just a quiet urge. Maybe longing.
What I do remember is this: the moment I entered, I felt held. Like the air itself whispered, "Welcome home."
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đ I Didnât Know I Missed This Much
I sat in the back corner.
No one noticed me.
No one needed to.
Because for the first time in a long time,
I didnât need anyone to.
There was something in the stillness.
The sound of Qurâan echoing softly.
The faint scent of sajadah and time.
I closed my eyes. And I felt something shift inside me.
A gentle untangling.
A breath I hadnât realized I was holding.
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đş The Masjid Became My Refuge
Since that day, I kept going back.
On good days, on lonely ones. During my period, Iâd still sit quietly with Qurâan or duâa.
I didnât need to have it together. I didnât need to know what to say.
I just needed to be there. To exist in a place where I could remember why Iâm here. Who I belong to.
The masjid didnât ask me for perfection. It just let me come as I am.
And that felt like a hug.
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⨠This Is My Starting Point
Maybe youâre in a new place, too.
Maybe youâre not sure what youâre doing.
But maybe, just maybe,
youâll walk past a masjid that looks ordinary
and feel something extraordinary pull you in.
Go inside.
You never know what kind of hug is waiting for you there.
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Next Episode:
âShe Misses Her Prayers When Sheâs Bleeding, But She Still Talks to God.â
A story about connecting with Allah even when I canât pray.
