Morning Coffee After Fajr

After finishing her Fajr prayer, Nada sat quietly in her favorite corner by the window.

The city was still asleep, and the first light of dawn was gently slipping between the buildings.

She prepared her cup of black coffee as usual—no sugar—just the way she liked it: clear and strong.

The rising steam from the cup told a silent story, like a conversation between souls after a heartfelt prayer.

She opened the window, letting in the crisp morning air mixed with the scent of damp earth.

Nothing compared to the serenity of this post-Fajr moment.

No noise, no distractions—just stillness… and certainty.

She took her first sip slowly and closed her eyes:

“This isn’t just coffee…

This is the beginning of a new day.

This is a moment of peace, gifted by God before the world begins to rush.”

She took a deep breath, as if everything would be okay… simply because dawn had come, and her coffee was with it.