Finding Comfort and Clarity Through Unexpected Coincidences

I have always believed in a higher power and have kept my faith close, especially through the countless prayers and duas for Sana over the past few months. My faith has been my anchor. But when tragedy struck, I found it hard to maintain that spiritual connection with my Creator. Slowly, I have started to rebuild my routine, finding solace in those moments of reconnection. A few days ago, I joined Serena for an outdoor yoga session in the park, along with her friend. Initially, I hesitated but decided to go. Serena's friend was warm and kind, and during our conversation, she mentioned that she had lost her father too. Like me, she believed he was in a better place. She shared that she had a book of poems and hadiths from her dad and sometimes did readings for people seeking answers. After the rejuvenating yoga class (I am now convinced that outdoor yoga is incredibly effective), she offered to do a reading for us. She asked me to think of a question but not to reveal it. I closed my eyes and focused on, "Is Sana okay? Is she in a better place?" She said a prayer, opened a random page, and read a poem in Farsi. Her interpretation was that God takes those who are dear to Him and provides them with a home called heaven. She assured me that my loved one is there, happy, dancing, and waiting for the family to be reunited. Her words brought immense relief. Then, I thought of my second question: "Will I be able to keep Sana’s legacy alive? Will we be able to heal?" Once again, she prayed, opened the book, and read the interpretation. She said, "You have been spreading goodness and memories of someone you love deeply and you will find success. It's been many challenges, and you will encounter a few more, but it will get better. Don't ask anyone else for help; just turn to the higher power." I realized that meeting Serena's friend was no coincidence. Her bringing the book to the park and doing the reading for me felt like a divine intervention. These small acts gave me a sense of peace and hope, rekindling my spiritual connection. When grieving, such moments have a powerful impact, reminding us that we are not alone and that there is always hope.