It's almost midnight. The house is finally quiet. You're lying in bed with your phone, halfway through a video you won't remember tomorrow.
Your mushaf is on the shelf across the room. Same place it's been since last Ramadan. You scroll past a clip of a qari reciting Surah Ar-Rahman. For a few seconds, something tightens in your chest. Not quite guilt. More like seeing an old friend you've been avoiding.
This isn't a faith problem. You still pray. You still believe. The bond is still there. It's just buried under tabs and deadlines and group chats, and a world that doesn't slow down for anything holy.
The longer we wait, the harder it gets to come back.
But here is the mercy. Allah is not counting your distance. He is waiting for your return.