“You probably think I’m crazy, right?”

How can I speak so gently of life
when the world feels heavy
when mornings wake with worry
when the future sits in our chest
like a storm that refuses to pass?

We look around and see shadows
anxious thoughts pacing the halls of our minds
sadness lingering in the corners of today.

And still
I speak of sunlight.

I speak of a day not yet here
a wide field breathing in the wind
tall grass bending like waves
beneath a bright and patient sky.

I see myself there
running through the willows of the grassland
my beloved beside me
laughter carried by the breeze.

“What a beautiful day!”
I will shout to the open sky.

And yes
my body may betray me sometimes.
It feeds me anxiety for breakfast
serves doubt for lunch
and at night lays out the same restless questions

What if it never works out?
What if nothing ever changes?

But I refuse the lie.

Because change
is the oldest law written into this world.
Not a single moment has ever stayed the same.

Winter melts.
Night gives way to dawn.
Storms tire and leave.

And I believe in the promise of the Most High
the One who said

“Indeed, with hardship comes ease.”
— Qur’an 94:6

So even on the days
when I cannot trust my own thoughts
I trust His words.

His words have never failed the earth.

So tell me again

“You probably still think I’m crazy, right?”

Come
take a slow breath with me.

Remember how nothing in this world
stays forever.

Not pain.
Not fear.
Not the long nights.

And if the One who made the sun
has promised ease after hardship

then somewhere
beyond the clouds we are standing under now

our morning
is already on its way.