The air was thin, but my heart was full.
- Nowena Piispa
- Oct 12
- 1 min read
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.
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