As dawn broke on the second day of Ramadan, I found myself immersed in the serenity of morning prayers at my local 🕌 mosque. Little did I know that a single photograph 🎞️would soon bring a tidal wave of emotions that would change the course of my day and leave me filled with gratitude.❤️
My mother sent me a picture from my childhood, and as I looked into the eyes of that little girl, I could feel a lump in my throat. I was overcome with a sense of appreciation for the life I now lead and the journey that led me here.🤲🏻
💡Once upon a time, I was a little girl with big dreams, but my reality was defined by hardship and scarcity. My days were spent watching my mother labor tirelessly to put food on the table, while my father was thousands of miles away working abroad to provide for us. I knew the bitter taste of struggle all too well.
💡Our family would toil in the fields from sunrise to sunset, working to ensure that we had enough to survive the harsh winter months. Back then, the life I have now seemed like an impossible dream, far beyond my reach.
🌙Yet, through the grace of Allah, my life took a remarkable turn when I won the lottery to come to America. The opportunities that this land has provided me have been nothing short of miraculous. I am filled with gratitude for every single blessing that has been bestowed upon me.
🌙It is easy to get caught up in the day-to-day challenges of life and forget to take a moment to reflect on all that we have been given. That single photograph brought me back to the reality of my childhood, and it filled me with a deep sense of gratitude for everything that I now have.
🌙As I left the mosque this morning, I felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. I vowed to live each day with the same sense of gratitude and appreciation that I had felt in that moment. I wanted to honor the sacrifices of my parents and all those who had worked so hard to give me the opportunities that I now enjoy.
© Nigina Yalaza
P.S: Men tarjimon emasman, postning mazmunini oʻzgartirib yuborishim mumkin deb oʻylab tarjima qilmadim.
My mother sent me a picture from my childhood, and as I looked into the eyes of that little girl, I could feel a lump in my throat. I was overcome with a sense of appreciation for the life I now lead and the journey that led me here.🤲🏻
💡Once upon a time, I was a little girl with big dreams, but my reality was defined by hardship and scarcity. My days were spent watching my mother labor tirelessly to put food on the table, while my father was thousands of miles away working abroad to provide for us. I knew the bitter taste of struggle all too well.
💡Our family would toil in the fields from sunrise to sunset, working to ensure that we had enough to survive the harsh winter months. Back then, the life I have now seemed like an impossible dream, far beyond my reach.
🌙Yet, through the grace of Allah, my life took a remarkable turn when I won the lottery to come to America. The opportunities that this land has provided me have been nothing short of miraculous. I am filled with gratitude for every single blessing that has been bestowed upon me.
🌙It is easy to get caught up in the day-to-day challenges of life and forget to take a moment to reflect on all that we have been given. That single photograph brought me back to the reality of my childhood, and it filled me with a deep sense of gratitude for everything that I now have.
🌙As I left the mosque this morning, I felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. I vowed to live each day with the same sense of gratitude and appreciation that I had felt in that moment. I wanted to honor the sacrifices of my parents and all those who had worked so hard to give me the opportunities that I now enjoy.
© Nigina Yalaza
P.S: Men tarjimon emasman, postning mazmunini oʻzgartirib yuborishim mumkin deb oʻylab tarjima qilmadim.