Not a religious blog just a revert and her struggles
This love transcends the mind and heart, forming an eternal, soulful connection that endures beyond life. It’s unwavering, resilient, and not bound by physical or emotional limitations. True love is a spiritual journey, where we recognize the divine in each other, embrace the soul, and love selflessly. This pure, transformative love elevates us, heals, inspires, and connects us to our highest selves.
Oh to be a bird and to fly far far away anytime I felt like it.
The feeling of being in the air has always felt like I’m being safely cradled in the hands of god.
The world from above is such a marvel to view
It never ceases to amaze me how you can leave in darkness and arrive to sunlight, a reflection of life and its trials.
When we find ourselves in a dark place we most hold onto hope that the sun will always rise on a new day
Alhamdulillah for my life
Allah is always watching us. He knows what we do, whether it is good or bad.
Then He will tell us of that and will reward or punish us accordingly on the Day of Resurrection, as He says:
“Have you not seen that Allah knows whatsoever is in the heavens and whatsoever is on the earth? There is no Najwa (secret counsel) of three but He is their fourth (with His Knowledge, while He Himself is over the Throne, over the seventh heaven), — nor of five but He is their sixth (with His Knowledge), — nor of less than that or more but He is with them (with His Knowledge) wheresoever they may be. And afterwards on the Day of Resurrection He will inform them of what they did. Verily, Allah is the All-Knower of everything” [al-Mujaadilah 58:7]
Allah Alone knows the unseen and the seen, what is secret and what is open, as He says of Himself
A Husband Said To His Wife: ‘50,000 years before the sky was introduced to the sea, Allah Azza Wajjal wrote down your name next to me..’
Remember everything has been written even before this earth was even made! Your spouse has already been chosen for you, so let’s just be patient
In shaa Allah
You’re holding a cup of coffee and someone accidentally bumps into you, causing it to spill everywhere.
Why did you spill the coffee?
“Because someone bumped into me.”
Wrong answer.
You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup. If there had been tea in the cup, you would have spilled tea.
Whatever is inside the cup is what will spill out.
So, when life shakes you up, whatever is inside you will come out.
It’s easy to pretend everything’s fine until you’re shaken.
So, we have to ask ourselves, “What’s in my cup?”
When life gets tough, what spills over? Joy? Gratitude? Peace? Humility? Anger? Bitterness? A victim mentality? A tendency to quit?
Rember LIFE gives you the cup; YOU choose what to fill it with
It is always my most powerful tool before any surgery or tests
The nurses or surgeons always kindly find me a quiet room to pray before I go in.
Often someone will pray with me as im laid on the bed in that room where they put you to sleep before the doors open to the operating theatre, as with emergency cases ive no time left and yet I never want to miss prayer but also at this time I ‘need’ Salah or to at least say “la ilaha illallah muhammadur rasulullah“, those final words, that connection to Allah always feels so final at that moment and yet the very words calm my fear, worry and doubt, and that is one of the most beautiful things about Islam, that no matter where you are you can call on him
“Call on me, I will answer you. (40:60)”
Maybe right now your journey isn’t about love.
Maybe right now your journey is about you.
Maybe this is the season you are being challenged to be your own saviour, to be your own safe place.
Maybe right now you are being reminded that the people who walked away were only ever leading you back to yourself, were only ever leading you here.
And here, you are okay on your own.
Here, you are rebuilding. Here, you are adapting, and mending, and reclaiming all of the pieces you let them walk away with.
Here, you are being kinder to your soul, you are giving yourself the same kind of love you have always given to others.
Here, you are not rushing your heart, you are not depending on another human being to fix it.
Instead, here, you are doing that on your own
After what feels like another lesson I’m sat here journaling and thinking about the bigger things.
I’ve come to realise that despite the numerous battles I face and overcome, I choose to greet the world with a smile.
To most, I appear resilient and untroubled, my struggles hidden behind a smile and warm greeting.
Only those who are loved and close to me see the truth, for it is in their presence that I allow my vulnerabilities to surface and here we hold space for each other
My strength is not my own; it comes from turning to Allah, sharing my tears and sorrows with Him. In those private moments of salah, I find solace and renewal.
How I respond to life’s challenges defines my power, a power rooted in faith and the present moment.
As the Quran reminds us, “No one will reap except what they sow” (6:164). I strive to sow kindness, patience, and resilience, trusting that Allah sees my heart and my efforts, guiding me through every trial
Now I know better.
I used to promise myself forgiveness, only to revisit old wounds, but now I understand the power of letting go. I once clipped the wings of my own dreams out of fear, but now I embrace them, letting them soar. I used to think so little of myself when I needed to stand tall, but now I recognize my worth.
I swallowed lies when I was starving for truth, but now I seek honesty, especially with myself. I believed the pain I endured as a child was my fault, but now I know I was never to blame. I withheld grace from myself, the same grace I so easily offered to others, but now I give it freely to myself too.
I let the world convince me that my heart was both too much and not enough, but now I see it for what it truly is—whole and worthy. I wasted days pretending to be someone else, trying to earn acceptance, but now I live authentically, on my own terms, unafraid of mistakes. I punished myself for far too long, but now I choose compassion over self-criticism.
I once believed that love had to be bloody and painful, that I didn’t deserve better, but now I know that love should uplift and heal. I used to look in the mirror and hate what I saw, but now I see someone deserving of kindness and respect.
Now, I realize I spent too much time focused on how others wronged me when the real apology was owed to myself—for not valuing this one precious life and for not recognizing that I am worthy of the very best. And for that, I have learned to forgive myself.
Happiness isn’t in how your home looks, but in how you love the people inside.
It’s not about success or approval, but feeling at peace with yourself.
It’s not having the best, but making the best of what you have, and noticing the silver linings, even when life isn’t perfect.
Seeking Sakina 