It was end of the month, as the month of Jumada al-Ula had reached twenty-five days, which was the same as November in the Gregorian calendar.
Around half past two at night, the darkness was deep, covering everything. There was no sound or movement anywhere, except for the quiet cries of small insects, the rustling of dry leaves, and the occasional breeze shaking the trees.
At this time, when most people were fast asleep, I was still wide awake. My eyes felt dry and heavy, but sleep wouldn’t come. My heart felt empty, and sadness filled me.
That night, I realized that peace of mind, calmness, and not thinking too much are the things that bring sweet and enjoyable sleep.
Slowly, I got up from the mat I was lying on and walked to the window. When I opened it, a cold breeze touched my face. I looked out into the large courtyard, but I couldn’t see anything clearly because of the darkness.
Then I lifted my head and looked at the stars. They decorated the sky beautifully, held in place by the power and Allah will.
