Chapter 1
Zahra sat by her window, watching as the night descended, her favorite time of day. The world grew quieter with each passing moment, and as the moon rose high, she felt an ancient connection to those who had walked the earth before her. It was the same moon, the same sky, that the prophets had once gazed upon in wonder.
In the stillness, her heart found peace. The quiet invited her prayers, whispered softly into the darkness. Each word rose like a gentle breeze, and with them came her tears—silent, yet full of meaning. Alone, yet not lonely, Zahra felt His presence closer than ever.
The night became her sanctuary, where she could pour out her soul, a space where only she and Allah (God) remained. She cherished its solitude, for it was in this sacred stillness that she bowed her spirit in humble prostration.
As the hours passed, Zahra knew the night was more than just darkness; it was a bridge, leading her toward the eternal light of the Divine.
