Entry Two: Breathing Through the Night
🕒 3:10 a.m.
What once felt like a burden—waking in the early hours, unable to return to sleep—has now become something I look forward to. It is no longer an interruption, but an arrival.
Upon waking, I immediately tune in to the body. There is often a discomfort in my chest—a tightness, a holding. I bring my awareness there gently, breathing slowly and fully into the sensation. I release tension from every corner of the chest until it feels like the pain is no longer isolated, but merging throughout the body, spreading—and then, dissolving.
As the breath deepens, I begin to realign the body. I lengthen and center my spine until it feels like it locks softly just below the skull. My shoulders drop. The muscles around my neck and upper back begin to soften. I feel light.
This is when the mind begins its whispering—memories from the day arise. The sting of rejection, the echo of a misunderstanding, old wounds tugging at the present moment. My thoughts try to take me somewhere else. But I return.
Allah Hu… Allah Hu…
With every breath, I chant this Name. A rhythm. A remembrance. A light wind through the soul’s garden.
The thoughts begin to lose their edge. And from this clearing, verses I’ve memorized start to surface. Not forced, not summoned—but arriving. Like trusted friends.
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