It was late, dark, and quiet—the kind of quiet that made up every night before. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a regular night. I had prayed, locked the doors, and turned off the lights. The room was sealed like a tomb (as it always was), and I lay down, ready for the sweet mercy of sleep. But what came that night was something else entirely.
Like many of you, I engage in an annual ritual on my birthday—a moment of reflection on the past year while also sending out hopes and prayers for the future that lies ahead.
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