When I stepped into the house of Prophet Haroun — the brother of Moses — here in Sinai, I felt a deep wave of peace rise within me. It wasn’t just history that touched me… it was holiness. A stillness so ancient, it felt like the desert itself was whispering. I stood there in quiet gratitude — not asking, not seeking — only remembering. That sometimes, gratitude isn’t loud. It’s a silent bow of the heart. #Sinai #ProphetHaroun #SacredJourney #Gratitude #HolyLand