How Imam Mahdi Found Me — When I Was Lost in the Pond of Life

You might be thinking to yourself, “What is she talking about?”
And I understand why — because from the statistics of my blog views, I know that many of you reading this are from all around the world, from different faiths, cultures, and beliefs.

But I also believe that deep down, we all share one common belief:
The Savior.
The One who will come to restore justice and peace to this world.
The One promised by God — the end of oppression, the light after darkness.

For Christians, that Savior is Jesus (peace be upon him).
For Muslims like me — specifically Shia Muslims — we also believe in the return of Jesus, alongside the 12th Imam, Muhammad Al-Mahdi (peace be upon him).

A Glimpse Into My Faith

I am a Muslim. A Shia.
I believe in the twelve Imams — the divinely appointed leaders who continued the message of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him).
And I believe that the twelfth one, Imam Al-Mahdi, is alive — hidden from the eyes of the world, but very present.
He connects, guides, and protects the hearts that truly seek him… those who are ready to see the light and serve God sincerely.

As Allah says in the Qur’an:

"And We have already written in the Book [of Psalms] after the [previous] mention that the land will be inherited by My righteous servants."
(Surah Al-Anbiya, 21:105)

I am not here to convince anyone of my belief, but rather to share how Allah — the Orchestrator of Causes (Al-Musabbib Al-Asbab) — took my hand, guided me out of darkness, and reminded me of who I truly am through the light of Imam Al-Mahdi.

Losing Myself

I’ve shared before that I am a single mother.
My journey has been far from easy.

As someone who loves deeply and always wanted to protect her family, I tried to hold everything together — even if it meant losing pieces of myself along the way.

In my marriage, I compromised many of my Islamic values, just to keep peace.
I told myself that if I give up this value, if I bend this rule, maybe he’ll love me more, maybe he’ll see me, maybe he’ll finally understand me.

How naïve I was.
I thought I was being a good wife… but I was slowly forgetting how to be a good servant of Allah.

I drifted away — I slacked in my prayers-, I made excuses like “Faith is in the heart,” or “We’re in America; we have to blend in.”
But deep down, my soul knew something was off.
I felt like I was sinking… drowning in the pond of life, surrounded by murky water I couldn’t escape.

One night, I cried out:

“Ya Allah… I am in a dangerous place. Please help me. Show me the way back to You.”

And He did.

Little by little, Allah began opening my eyes.
And as if a voice whispered into my heart, I heard:

“Run. Save your soul.”

The Weight Became Light

Running away wasn’t easy.
It felt like each foot was chained to a 100,000-pound weight.

But when you surrender to Allah — truly surrender — those chains begin to break.
He gives you strength you didn’t know existed.
And what once felt impossible suddenly becomes light.

Divorce isn’t easy. But when it’s for the sake of Allah, He paves the way.
Even through heartbreak, confusion, and loss — He makes sure every pain has a purpose.
That purpose is to bring you closer to Him.

The Awakening

After the chaos, Allah began preparing me — gently — to see the truth.
He doesn’t show it all at once.
He reveals it in layers, just as much as your heart can handle.

Because He says:

“Allah does not burden a soul beyond what it can bear.” (2:286)

Then one day, someone gifted me a book — a book about Imam Al-Mahdi, from his birth to modern times.
As I read, I had a flashback to my childhood in the village.
I used to keep a diary where I wrote letters to Imam Al-Mahdi every single day.

I would tell him how sad I was that I couldn’t see him or hear him,
but I knew he was there — somewhere — feeling our pain and guiding us silently.
And I remembered that only those who turn thier hearts towards him can reach him.

That memory hit me like lightning.
Because for years, I had been searching for light in all the wrong places — yoga, energy healing, meditations, self-help gurus.
I thought maybe one of them held the key to that “higher dimension” I longed for.

But I was lost…
Until he found me again.

When the Light Found Me

I realized the gate I was searching for doesn’t open through Joe Dispenza’s techniques, or through hours of Kundalini yoga.
It opens here, in this reality — when you see with your heart the presence of Imam Al-Mahdi among us.

He is near.
Praying for us.
Waiting for us to awaken, to return, to prepare for his reappearance and the return of Jesus (peace be upon him).

That gate opens through the Qur’an, through Allah’s 99 Names, through sincere prayer and remembrance.
It opens when you become a true servant of God, not just a spiritual seeker.

Now I Know Why

Reading about Imam Al-Mahdi reshaped my purpose — my mission — my entire existence.
It gave meaning to everything I endured.

And as I continue tracing his footprints through my life,
I pray that you too find his footprints in yours.

Because when you do…
Everything — every wound, every delay, every heartbreak — will finally make sense.

✨ May Allah keep our hearts firm on His path,
and may we be among those who recognize the Light when it appears.