SUNLIT RAINS

  

 

The weather was a mess today, much like her mood. First, there was the wind blowing all day. Then dark clouds swallowed the sun and dimmed the sky. Lightning flickered in the distance. As the rain began to fall harder, people rushed around for a while, then slowly the streets emptied.

Sıla sat on the wide windowsill. “The weather is just like me.” she murmured. Wrapped in her long cardigan, checkered pajamas, and messy hair, she sat there frozen. Seeing her inner confusion reflected outside only made things heavier. It felt as if the trouble in her heart had reached all the way to the sky. Yet she still couldn’t cry. The noise in her mind didn’t stop; she grew upset, spoke to herself, got angry, then angrier. At whom, she wasn’t sure. Sometimes at someone, sometimes at herself. She burned with heat, then shivered. But still—no tears. She opened the window and felt the cold raindrops on her face. Instead of cooling her—like water hitting hot iron—the rain felt as if it fell onto her heart like glowing embers. A heavy sadness filled her chest. She placed a hand over her heart and whispered, “Oh ALLAH, give me a remedy. Guide me.”

A fire she had never felt before was burning inside her. She tried to escape it, but failed. The more she tried, the more lost she became. Pain and waste… Yes, that was the word. She felt wasted. She didn’t understand how things had gotten this far. Truly, she didn’t know. But she did know that what she had done had become pointless and she had harmed herself most of all. Again, the same words left her lips: “Oh ALLAH, give me a remedy.” Even though she wasn’t someone who prayed often…

She closed the window and sat down. Her eyes turned to the Book on the top shelf, placed there by her mother to protect the house, to protect her. “Oh, Mom…” she said as she reached for it. “If only she were here… I’d curl up next to her.” Homesickness was hard. The Book was dusty. She wiped it with her hand and opened a random page.

“He is the One Who shows you lightning, inspiring you with hope and fear, and produces heavy clouds.”

Sıla froze. A chill ran through her. The words described not only today, but also her yesterday. Her eyes locked onto the verse. She felt hollow. Her gaze stuck to the page. Suddenly, a large tear fell onto it. Her breath broke, and she began to cry; deep, shaking sobs. She tried to stand, but her knees weakened and she sank back down. She cried and cried. Her chest loosened. The fire inside her softened, replaced by a calm sense of relief. It felt as though a warm light had opened inside her.

The pain eased, the heaviness lifted. Her back straightened. “It’s over.” she whispered. She decided she no longer wanted to cling to anger or live inside it. Move forward. Move on. She changed her clothes. The ending had come, but she still needed to choose what to do next. She wanted to walk through the rain-washed streets. She felt the need to move; if she could, she would run. She stepped outside. The ground was still wet. Water splashed with every step. Sounds and sights surrounded her… As her heart felt lighter, her body did too. She felt faster, freer.

She entered the bakery at the corner, the one she always visited. She bought a fresh loaf, the kind that pulls you in with its smell. She tore off a corner and ate it, smiling at the memory of fighting over bread crusts as a child. The baker said, “Your face is glowing today.” She turned and smiled wider. “Oh, this is just me.” she joked. The baker handed her a simit. “This one’s on me. Enjoy.”

She stepped out, eating her simit. A dog came beside her, and she shared a piece. Its tail wagged happily as it walked with her.

“What happened to me?”

What was the difference between the Sıla from two hours ago and the Sıla now? The difference was her tears.

“Just my tears?”

It was more than that. With those tears came a decision: a decision that lifted a mountain from her shoulders. She felt the weight of her earlier indecision, and now the lightness that came after. And she remembered: even the worst decision is better than not deciding at all.

 

 

The Experiential Design Teaching is about helping people discover their true purpose.

It guides them toward clear, conscious awareness so they can make the right choices and decisions. It offers practical strategies for solving real problems.

Programs beginning with “Who’s Who”, followed by “Mastery in Relationships,” “Psychology of Success,” and “Mastery in Avoidance,” help people become happier and more successful than the person they were yesterday.