The most cathartic feeling is when I’m gifted with the understanding of the dark clouds that have weighed heavy on me, and the understanding rains down sakinah that permeates my body. I feel it run through my legs, my arms. The sun is back in view in my heart and my mind isn’t overcast anymore. But the gloominess cleansed me, it took away what was dark but held no redeeming rain in it. That feeling is nothing short of a miracle. Something being resurrected in me.