“He is with you wherever you are…” (57:4)

Some journeys don’t start with a step. They start with surrender. Some places cannot be reached by the body, but only by the soul.

We chase God through rituals, through discipline, through movement. We stretch and bend, hoping the body will open the door the heart cannot. And the more we reach, the further He seems. Silence becomes a competition. Sacred spaces turn into arenas. And still, God can feel absent.

Devotion is not comfort. It is collapse. Remembering, listening, singing, serving, loving, praying, humbling, surrendering: these are not actions. They are fractures of the self, breaking the illusions that keep the soul blind.

We wander through faiths like rivers searching for the sea, only to find the shore dry, barren, empty. History, land, water, and sky whisper of something greater, yet the heart may still be starving. And then, in a single moment, the veil rips: a sky that pierces, a silence so vast it drowns all other voices, a presence so absolute that nothing else exists.

From childhood, the soul remembers. Mosques, deserts, prophets, the raw light of the Holy Land: these marks stay, waiting. Waiting for the heart to awaken.

Sujood, prostration, is not prayer. It is collapse. The forehead hits the earth. The soul lays bare. The body whispers: “Not I, but You.” In that surrender, the human ends, and the divine begins.

Becoming Muslim is not a choice. It is reckoning. A collision. A chain of missteps, trials, and loss, each fracture breaking the heart in ways the mind cannot imagine: until it finally breaks open. True encounters with Allah are slow, often painful, unavoidable. The soul must burn to see the flame.

In surrender, the soul learns what the heart has always longed for: that nothing, no fear, no hunger, no injustice, no loss, is ever outside His reach. That even in the blackest void, even in the deepest despair, Allah is there. Always.

"And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and loss… but give good tidings to the patient." (Quran 2:155)

Faith is not comfort. Faith is collapse. Faith is the moment illusions die, and only truth remains. And in that truth, the soul finally finds peace: raw, unshakable, eternal.

Islam changes everything. Ethics are not ideas — they are flesh and blood. Lies become unbearable. Indifference feels wrong. Privilege weighs heavily. You see suffering where before you looked away. Reality stands naked, and justice belongs only to God.

Belief requires no ritual, no baptism, no circumcision. Islam is conscious surrender, peace, and unwavering values. It doesn’t matter who you are, where you come from, the color of your skin, or your wealth. Everything happens only between you and Allah — no intermediaries, no barriers.

The more you prostrate, the more you feel Him. The more you surrender, the more you realize you were never alone. Wherever you are, wherever you go, wherever you have been — God is with you.

Nothing else terrifies you: not scarcity, not uncertainty. You know that if you have faith, a way will appear, just to the edge of your strength. And if it does not, you accept it with peace.

“Allah does not burden any soul beyond what it can bear.”(Qur’an, 2:286)

The final power belongs to no man. Only to God. And in that knowledge, the heart finally finds peace.

Surat Al-Hadid [verse 4] "It is He who created the heavens and earth in six days and then established Himself above the Throne. He knows what penetrates into the earth and what emerges from it and what descends from the heaven and what ascends therein; and He is with you wherever you are"