It’s been 11 days since Ramadan quietly slipped away… So I want to ask you, how have you been… How’s your heart doing, truly?
Have you started repaying your missed fasts? Or maybe you’re observing the six days of Shawwal first… whatever school of thought you follow, I just want to gently remind you… the days are slipping by, and Shawwal will be gone before you know it.
But beyond the fasts, let me ask something deeper…
What happened to the woman you became in Ramadan… the one who was gentle…. who whispered her duas with trembling lips… who paused before reacting, who prayed Tahajjud with swollen eyes, who listened…really listened… to her soul.
Where is she now?
I know… life came rushing in, didn’t it? Deadlines, house chores, traffic, conversations, work, meals, and the kids are on holiday… lol, I’ve had my share of their long holiday.
It all came crashing in after Eid, but here’s something I need you to remember, and I mentioned it in my letter to you a few days before the end of Ramadan, I’ll repeat it again… Ramadan wasn’t just meant to be a visit… It was a transformation. A sacred training ground. A turning point.
So I’ll ask again, not out of judgment, but out of love:
How are your routines and habits?
The Qur’an you picked up every day… has it returned to the shelf?
The dhikr that softened your tongue… has it gone silent?
The connection you rebuilt with your Lord… has it been left unread like a forgotten love letter?
I know you meant to continue.
I know you had every intention of holding on.
But this world is fast… and the heart is forgetful.
So today, I’m not asking for big things….Just one thing….RETURN.
Even if it’s messy. Even if you’ve fallen. Even if it’s been 11 days of spiritual silence… Just whisper one “Ya Allah”
Pick up where you left off;
Pray two rak’ahs.
Open the Qur’an again
Take a deep breath and say, Alhamdulillah, I’m still here, because as long as your heart is beating, there’s hope.
Don’t let the beauty of Ramadan die in memory. Let it live in your choices. Let it show in how you treat your family….in how you speak….how you walk toward your Lord…and if you’re still holding on and consistent, Ma shaa Allah. May Allah preserve your steadiness and make it sweeter every day.
But if you’re not… don’t be ashamed. Just begin again.
Whispers of the soul don’t end in Ramadan. They only grow louder… when you’re ready to listen…
Love Always
Your Tranquility Partner ❣️
©Rawsheedah Akorede Saheed