In the quiet rhythm of crochet, hearts find calm.
Each stitch holds a prayer, a pause, a whisper of sabr — reminding us that beauty blooms in patience, one thread at a time.


In the quiet rhythm of crochet, hearts find calm.
Each stitch holds a prayer, a pause, a whisper of sabr — reminding us that beauty blooms in patience, one thread at a time.
There are places on this earth that don’t just calm you, they change the rhythm of your soul.For me, Madinah is one of them.The first time I stood beneath the giant umbrellas of Masjid an-Nabawi, I felt an unexplainable stillness settle inside me. The air was warm, yet gentle. The sky above held a softness …
There are days when the weight inside feels heavier than what words can hold.When you smile for others, but your heart whispers, “Ya Allah, I’m tired.” Sometimes the thoughts circle endlessly, the chest tightens, and peace feels far.And yet – in that moment of stillness, when you lower your gaze and whisper His name, something …
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم I walked through loss, silence and surrender – and found strength in turning back to Allah.There were days when words became my prayer, and writing became a way to breathe again. Through every test, Allah taught me that breaking can also be a form of becoming. Ilham means inspiration. To me, …