Sunrise on the Roof

28th Ramadhan in 2025, early morning around 6.00 am, I went upstairs on the roof to witness the sunrise.

It was just starting to rise. It was gorgeously orange, soft and slow. It was like peaking and saying: Hey, I am here. I am back. You have got another chance to live and experience life. What are you waiting for?

Then I gazed at the blue sky above me. It was covered with scattered white clouds. The weather was a bit cold.

I looked at the houses in the neighbourhood, roads and trees. It was so quite, peaceful and still.

Then I gazed again at the sky. Surprisingly I started tearing. I can’t really describe my feeling at that moment. It was like the sky telling me: You are amazing. You are valuable. You are precious. You are blessed. You have got already whatever you need. What else you need? What else you want? You are watched. You are seen. And you are recognised and held.