Where my heart is?

By Maghrib, the sun has slipped away, and night quietly takes its place. I barely noticed the hours passing until dawn came knocking. the sun had risen, the rooster had cried, and morning had broken. I asked Where my heart is? In my blanket, the next morning begins the same cycle again. Every swipe releases a small hit of the "feel-good" chemical, dopamine, like a slot machine. Each new platform makes my brain lose its natural cue to stop scrolling. And the Zeigarnik effect— unfinished curiosity dangling at the edge of my mind: Just one more. Just one more. Where my heart actually is? In the world of competition and validation, I chased status and dunya for recognition. Curious about each notification that buried me in distraction. Posting day and night for affirmation . losing Allah's connection. I found myself wrapped in anxiety, dressed in stress, sleeping beside loneliness. Trying to look okay while something inside me was quietly asking for rest. And yet, my Lord kept granting me blessings I did not earn, reminders I sometimes ignored. He kept calling me back to Him. But somehow, I was still suppressing the voice inside me. Where my heart is? A world full of glitter and wonder: I was dazzled by G-wagon curated social-media posts. From that illusion of greatness I inflated like a pufferfish, I mistook appearance for greatness. All because I too wanted those dazzling feathers, to shine like the peacock. But the more I dressed myself for the eyes of the world, the emptier my heart became. And then I remembered; The world— only a temporary enjoyment, a glitter that can deceive. And I wondered: What if I spend my whole life polishing what people can see while neglecting what Allah sees? Where my heart is? It was late at night. I was awake. I stepped out from under my blanket and sat there with a question I could no longer scroll away from. What am I chasing? Where am I going? perhaps, the question was never: “How much did I achieve?” it was always: “Where did I leave my heart?”.