The night air was calm and cool, carrying the soft scent of rain that had fallen earlier in the evening. In the quiet sanctuary of her bedroom, Sumayya stood upon her prayer rug for her final Istikhara. As she recited the verses, the lingering hesitation of the past few months dissolved into a quiet, unwavering certainty.
When she completed her supplication and folded her prayer mat, her heart felt anchored. There were no doubts, no fears—only a profound, gentle warmth.
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