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 Pakistan, 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, 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, but the second one closed perfectly.

The first pair of chopsticks snapped, but 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.