I remember it like it was yesterday, that cold dread gripping my chest as I fumbled through my pockets, searching for the familiar jingle of my house keys. It wasn’t
I remember a time, years ago, when the idea of the middle seat, whether in a car, an airplane, or even in a meeting, used to fill me with a
I remember the jarring sensation, that gut-wrenching lurch in the pit of my stomach, the sheer panic as the ground rushed up to meet me. Then, the jolt, the sudden
That sick feeling, you know it, right? The one that hits you when you’ve been cooking, walked away for “just a minute,” and then that sharp, acrid scent of smoke
I remember it like it was yesterday: the cold dread that settled in my stomach, the feeling of absolute shock. You see, I’ve had that dream. The one where a
I remember a time, not so long ago, when I woke up with that heavy feeling in my chest. You know the one. The kind that tells you something’s off,
Just last week, I jolted awake with my heart hammering against my ribs. In my dream, I was about to finally rest, about to settle into a comfortable chair, when
I still remember the feeling. It was a few years back, and I woke up in a cold sweat, the imagery so vivid it felt more real than the morning
Have you ever woken up perplexed after dreaming about performing Ghusl and wondered if it holds a deeper meaning? I used to dismiss such dreams as mere reflections of my
Have you ever woken up feeling confused or even anxious after a dream where you were performing Wudu with sand, or suddenly found your prayer interrupted? I remember the first
