In a person's life, there come moments where they want to take support from words, but their tongue doesn't cooperate. Today, I am not writing my own story, but rather the heartbeat of millions of young people who, draped in the cloak of decency, are silently fighting the emotional storms rising within them.
It is said that youth is the name of strength and enthusiasm, but sometimes this very youth becomes such a trial that one cannot mention it to their loved ones, nor to strangers. There is a strange restlessness that stays with one like a shadow. The day passes in work, remembrance continues on the beads of the rosary, the head bows in prostration, but in some corner of the heart, a thirst remains that does not seem to quench in any way.
This thirst is not for any worldly pomp and glory, but for that lawful companionship which Allah has named "peace." When a person protects their gaze, when they yearn to escape the swamp of sins, and when they beseech their Lord in the darkness of solitude, praying for a lawful path, only the one who is going through it can understand the restlessness of that moment.
In our society, the veils of "modesty" are so deep that a son cannot say to his father, or a brother to his sister: "I am breaking inside, I need a companion who is the confidant of my emotions, who can save me from sins, and with whom I can share the joys of my life."
Circumstances are never in favor, sometimes a lack of resources comes in the way, and sometimes social customs become chains on the feet. The result is that the heart of the young person becomes a battlefield where, on one side, are the demands of nature, and on the other, the wall of piety. In this struggle, sometimes feet also slip, a person makes a failed attempt to seek refuge in the embrace of sins, but the only gain is more shame and more restlessness.
I want to say to all those parents who consider the silence of their sons to be their "contentment": Sometimes look into the eyes of your young son, feel the pain hidden behind his increasing seriousness and reclusiveness. Make marriage so easy that sin becomes difficult.
And to all those friends like myself who are burning in this fire, I will say: Remember! This yearning of yours is a test of your relationship with Allah. If today you are restless and bowing before Him, then this restlessness is not to destroy you but to purify you. He who knows the secrets of hearts, He is also hearing your silent cry that has not reached your lips.
This hour of patience is certainly difficult, but remember that the promise of dawn is only after the dark night.