The Signs of Mr. T.

Before I came to my family's house, Allah started showing me new signs. It started right after my trip to Tehran, while I was still living with my husband.

I call them the signs of Mr. T...

Up until that point, every sign I had ever received pointed only toward Rafiq. So when the signs suddenly shifted, I panicked. I remember thinking:

What is happening? Why is everything flipping?

I had read about signs flipping for awakened women- that sometimes Allah redirects their hearts toward a different masculine, but I never imagined it would happen to me… until it did.

The first time I saw the letter T was when it was next to my name and the word "kids". I froze. I didn’t understand what T meant or who it could possibly refer to. Then, around the same time, I started seeing references to someone mixed or Arab/Middle Eastern.

At that point, Allah only gave me a teaser.. I honestly thought it was a test at the time. I couldn't fanthom the thought of my written partner being anyone other than Rafiq.

And It hurt.

Once I moved back in with my family, the new signs intensified. It totally caught me off guard. That morning I prayed isthikhara asking Allah to show me a sign if my written partner is Rafiq or "Mr. T".

And the very next day… everything aligned toward the same lesson. All day long, the pattern repeated: the first option would fail, and the second would work effortlessly.

At the restaurant, the first take-home box wouldn’t close-he second one closed perfectly.

The first pair of chopsticks snapped- the second pair worked fine.

At the movie theater, the first soda fountain wouldn’t work-the second worked instantly.

Even at the mall, the first bathroom stall wouldn’t lock-the second one locked with no problem.

It was the same message over and over again. So obvious. So consistent. And honestly… painful.

Once I was in the second bathroom stall, I sat down and started sobbing.. and in that moment a song played. It was a "Coming home" song. And I knew in that moment, that Allah was giving me the biggest sign..

My heart hurt so much. I couldn’t understand how it could possibly be someone else.

Then, as I was driving home, every single car around me had a license plate that started with T. And I’m not exaggerating.. every car.

It felt like I had been dropped into a world full of T’s.

I went to sleep sobbing that night.. and I woke up..

And I saw a huge T. It was honestly ironic.

Allah wasn’t letting it fade… and that’s when I finally realized something:

I truly don’t know how my story ends.

Yes-my initial unveiling about Rafiq felt true down to my bones.But now… Allah was showing me something different.

And I couldn’t ignore it anymore.