The night was shrouded in darkness as thunder roared and lightning illuminated the sky. Rain cascaded down relentlessly, drenching everything in its path. As I packed my travel gear, uncertainty loomed over our trekking plans. Would the weather allow us to embark on this adventure? Only Allah knew.
My phone was ringing, and I saw Jahangir's name flashing on the screen. It was 4 in the morning. With a sense of urgency in his voice, "Hello! "aasmaan ha chu saaf" (The sky is clear!) "Cze chuya yun." (Are you coming or not). I replied yes, The Zikr from the nearby mosque reverberated through the air, filling me with a profound sense of awe and gratitude. "Subhan Allah Wa Bihamdihi,"