Pinned
I’m not sure how best to describe it, but it’s like my heart can’t go past this ayat. I know Surah Maryam and the rest of the Quran is an entire ocean but the weight of Prophet Zackariya’s dua for his son Yahya is so heavy I’ve been stuck processing it for years
“Surely my bones have become brittle, and grey hair has spread across my head, but I have never been disappointed in my prayer to You, my Lord.”
(19:4)
