☕ “A Dawn Gathering”

At 3:45 a.m., Salem was still awake, even though the world around him was slowly preparing for a new day.

Silence isn’t measured by time — it’s measured by feeling.

He prepared his coffee slowly, as if every movement was part of a sacred ritual.

He opened the window. The cool dawn breeze swept in, carrying with it a stillness that felt like peace.

He sat on the couch, placed the cup beside him, and listened as the call to prayer echoed faintly in the distance:

“Prayer is better than sleep.”

He smiled and whispered to himself:

“And coffee is better than a long night, if it ends at dawn.”

It wasn’t an ordinary night.

It was a moment of reconciliation with himself —

a time between night and day when the heart speaks louder than anything else.

He took his first sip of coffee and closed his eyes for a second…

As if all the noise he had lived through in the past days melted away into that warm cup of brew.

He opened his old notebook — one he rarely wrote in.

But this time, he scribbled:

“Dawn isn’t just a time for worship…

it’s a chance to begin again, with a peace that feels like the first breath of a pure morning.”

The sky slowly unfolded its colors.

Blue faded into orange, the stars withdrew quietly, as if handing over the sky to the sun.

Salem didn’t need anyone.

He wasn’t waiting for a message or checking notifications.

All he needed was to live this moment —

with a cup of coffee, the call to prayer, and a blank page filled with ink and honesty.

At exactly 5:00 a.m.,

he stood up, performed ablution, and returned to his balcony…

But this time, not to write —

to pray,

and to thank God for a dawn unlike any other.

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