"I Failed, I Prayed, I Rose"

A story not just of disappointment but of confidence. A story of how falling to my knees in edginess made a difference made me stand once more, more grounded than before. ________________________________________

📉 The Drop

I was 22 when I sat for the foremost critical exam of my life—the gracious benefit entrance. In my nation, clearing this exam implied a secure work, regard, and the capacity to elevate my family from a cycle of destitution. Had examined for two a long time, relinquishing rest, social life, and everything else. he comes about came. I fizzled.

Not barely. Had performed worse than I ever had in any deride test. He was mortified, broken. Ompanions moved on. Few didn't call. Your family attempted to support me, but the hush in their eyes said everything. Had let everybody down. Ut more than that—I had let myself down. I bolted myself in my room for three days. I scarcely ate. gazed at the ceiling, addressing why I indeed attempted.

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🤲 The Turn

On the third night, at around 3:

00 a.m., I got out of bed—not since I felt solid, but since I had nothing cleared out to lose. I Made bathing and advertised two rak’as of prayer. I didn't know what to say, so I cried. She cried like a child—helpless, broken, and purge. that point I whispered the as it were thing I seem oversee:

“Ya Allah, I tried… and I fizzled. Buin the event that this disappointment is from you, I acknowledge it. as it were inquire for the quality to rise again.”

That night, something changed. The torment didn't disappear, but my heart felt lighter. I wasn't alone any longer. had put my burden on the One who never rests.

Construction Reconfiguration

I started again. Quiet.

There were no major explanations or official promises. No quotes are published on social media. I just prayed. Every night. And every morning I opened the book - not the arrogance of those who found everything, but the humility of those who learned again.

This time, I studied in peace. I no longer studied to prove the opposite. I now studied to fulfill the purpose I felt deeply.

I failed again in a small test. But I didn't break this time. I pray. I cried. Then I continued.

____ ASCENT A year later, I was sitting on the same exam. I wasn't expecting much. I have promised myself to do my best and give results.

When the results came, I opened the website with trembling hands.

My name was there. Not just

passes. I was in the top 50.

I remained silent. There are no screams or dances. Just tears. The same tears from this night of failure - but this time I am filled with gratitude.

Tonight I prayed and whispered again: It was the beginning of my true self. When I failed, I was proud of what people thought, ego and fear. When I prayed, I empty myself. I admitted that I couldn't do it on my own. And when I woke up, I knew it wasn't just my efforts - it was his will. I have learned that prayer is not magic. You won't make things easier overnight. But it connects them deeply with those who make them stronger, more patient and truly control all the outcomes.