My Rebirth: A Saga Of Trials To Triumphs by Sakariya, Ridwanullah
_“And peace is on me the day I was born, the day I will die, and the day I am raised alive.”_
In the span of the last three hundred and sixty-five days, life has gifted me an unyielding lesson: to anchor my feet firmly to the earth, even when the ground beneath me fractures and crumbles, even when my heart quakes with anguish, bleeding elements so foreign, so fierce that they sear the vision and shatter the soul; even when the heavens plummet and the skies collapse upon my head,
still, I stood.
That life was relentless—unyielding in its storms—but I was fiercer. I clawed my way up thorn-covered walls, even when no ladder graced my path. It was a life that rarely gifted drizzle but drowned me in torrents. A life of twists and contradictions—misfortunes draped in blessings, defeats veiled with fleeting victories, dreams carved into monuments of regret, smiles etched with hidden tears.
I called it a process—a refining fire—a journey to the future I once vowed would be adorned with my destiny.
And in the crucible of hardship, I learnt to persevere. I learnt to wield my sword in the furnace of battle, to grind my teeth and face the storm with an unflinching gaze,
to step beyond the shadows of yesterday,
to embody the smiles I donned when my soul was heavy. I…have learnt to soften the jagged edges of bitter truths, to craft grace from the ashes of disgrace,
and to cook blessings from cauldrons of disappointment.
Now, I rise anew—reborn, resilient, and radiant.
Sakariyah, Ridwanullah
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