My Eyes on the Moon, My Heart with God

Introduction:

On a calm night, as the moon approached fullness, I felt something inside me complete as well.

It wasn’t just a moment of reflection… it was the beginning of a journey toward serenity, starting in the sky and ending in prayer.

In this article, I share an honest spiritual experience filled with contemplation, duaa, and the tranquility that follows Witr prayer.

🌙 The Beginning with the Moon:

On a quiet night, the moon was nearing its full glow.

I sat alone, sketching and contemplating the starry sky above me.

The silence wasn’t normal—it was deep, as if the universe paused to let me think.

I looked at the moon. Its light was full, clear, as if it were staring back at me.

I felt something strange… not fear, not comfort… something in between.

“How small I am… and how vast this sky is.”

I wondered how something so far and simple could hold such depth.

And how could my noisy heart find such peace just by looking up?

As the night grew heavier, I went back inside, made wudu, and stood for prayer.

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🕊️ Standing Before God:

It was time for Qiyam, then Witr.

What I had just sketched with my eyes… I now saw with my heart.

The calm I felt under the moon became deeper in sujood.

I didn’t ask for much in prayer.

I just whispered:

“Ya Allah… don’t let my heart get lost in this vast universe. Show me the way back to You.”

In Witr, the words flowed without plan,

and each tear seemed to reorganize everything inside me.

After tasleem, I sat still.

I didn’t feel like I was in my room anymore—

I felt suspended between heaven and my duaa…

Just like when I stared at the moon.

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🌌 After Witr, Something Shifted Inside:

I didn’t get up right away.

I needed to understand what had just changed inside me.

Something heavy lifted—

Not a specific sin or regret,

but something old and silent that left with my tears.

The room felt different.

Not brighter with light,

but brighter with something only the heart could see.

My breath slowed.

My thoughts were quiet.

No more mental chaos, no fear of tomorrow—just peace.

Peace after struggle.

Rest after exhaustion.

A white flower blooming from a heart that had survived dust.

After Witr isn’t about miracles—

It’s when Allah whispers: “I heard you. I’m here.”

You return to yourself.

You remember: you’ve always been meant to pray.

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🧠 Reflections and Wisdom from the Wise:

I used to think peace came from people.

But I learned true peace comes from above.

As Dr. Mustafa Mahmoud once said:

“Life exhausts us because we try to hold on to it, as if it belongs to us. But it’s just a passage.”

The more I clung to this world, the more restless I became.

But when I clung to the One above, I calmed down.

Then I remembered Dr. Ibrahim El-Fiky’s words,

as if he wrote them for this very moment:

“You are not what happens to you… but what you choose to become after it happens.”

Qiyam and Witr remind you of this choice.

Each night is a chance to forgive, to let go, to be purified.

When I emptied my heart in sujood,

I didn’t know if all my prayers would be answered—

But I knew my heart was lighter, my soul closer, and my intentions more pure.

This is tranquility.

Not a result of something…

But a reward for being honest with God.

The moon watched,

The sky listened…

But it was my heart that truly lit up that night.

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🌅 The Morning After:

The next morning, I was different.

Not in appearance—

But in how I felt everything around me.

The air felt softer.

As if the world responded to the peace I left in sujood.

The usual heaviness—

the thoughts I never spoke,

the guilt I never forgave myself for—

was gone.

I woke up light.

Not because my problems vanished,

but because I gave them to the One who could carry them.

Walking outside, I passed people in a rush, eyes full.

I walked just as fast…

But with still eyes, and a calm heart.

And at that moment, I understood what Dr. Mustafa Mahmoud meant:

“When you seek refuge in God… you become free.

You need nothing.

You fear nothing.”