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𝐆𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫—𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲. ✧

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫s 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲. 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞—𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. ☆

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞:

Soul destroying habits

Taking care of yourself saves your relationships

Take care of yourself first and why

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something i’ve been thinking about a lot lately is how men are the protectors in life. and yes, that’s absolutely true in many ways. On the other side, it’s often overlooked how protective women are too.

like, not in the loud or obvious way. but in the quiet, subtle, deeply emotional way.

i’ve realized that as a woman, i’ve always had this instinct to care about the people in my life on a soul-deep level. like, i worry about their choices, their friends, their mental state, their future. i don’t just care about what happens to them—I care about who they become. and that’s a form of protection too.

it’s not just “i want you to be okay,” it’s “i want your soul to be okay. your heart. your spirit. your character.”

women protect through presence. through prayer. through gut feelings and little reminders. through seeing what someone doesn’t even see in themselves and helping them stay grounded.

especially when it comes to children, women protect in such tiny, precious ways. where sometimes a dad might say “let them learn the hard way,” a mom will say “i don’t want them to hurt like that.” and neither is wrong. one is about building strength. the other is about preserving softness.

and the thing is… women care so much about emotional and spiritual safety. we read between the lines of people’s moods. and when we really love someone—friend, man, child—we don’t want them to feel unsafe for even a second.

i think that’s beautiful. It’s even more beautiful when the woman grows into herself and feels peace in providing that safety and protection for the people that she cares about, it’s priceless.

and maybe people don’t always see that kind of protection because it’s not loud or aggressive. it’s gentle. it’s watching over someone silently. it’s feeling someone’s energy shift and doing whatever you can to bring them back to their light. it’s seeing your people get sick and doing all you can to make them feel good again, cooking them soup and massaging their head and hand feeding them meds.

I realised something today, and it may seem obvious but it stuck to me.

Everyone has different love languages, words of affirmations, physical touch, gift giving, etc…

However, there’s one love language we rarely talk about. This love language is universally desirable, everyone wants it.

It’s simpler than you think..

It is being soft. Softly spoken, soft at confrontations, soft when angry, soft all over. This especially applies in relationships, with your children, with your lover, with your friends.

However, being soft isn’t easy at times. That’s why strong people are soft. Some people think being soft is weak, that it’ll make people take advantage of them. Actually, it’s quite the opposite. Being harsh, being mean, being rough, that takes a toll on you beyond comprehension. That drains you, and then the reciever too. And it doesn’t grant that respect you want.

However, soft strong people are able to set boundaries in a gentle, calm way. A way that demands respect , in silence. Not asking for it, not begging for it and certainly not forcing it.

I realized, that for men especially, being soft towards them is something they value deeply. I always knew that but today, it hit deeper for some reason. You know how men spend their entire day in their heads, worrying, building, focusing. When they come home to a woman, all they want to do is step out of their heads—even if they don’t want to admit.

They want to step into their emotions for once, even if it means arguing. They enjoy being emotional with their partner. However, for it to be clean, you’ll both have to work around the system.

Confront, but softly. Be upset, but softly. Love, but softly. Assert, but softly.

And a gentle reminder, soft may come after having a harsh front. you aren’t birthed soft, you’re birthed through your mother’s pain, the first message you give the universe is your cry. The first lesson you learned is how to detach from your mother—the only source of safety you ever knew. So, no, we won’t always be soft in our nature, but, after so much harshness, the universe may one day grant you the gift of embodying that softness. it granted me that gift today 💗

sometimes, life gets hard. we think we are losing our selves.

Our habits, our actions, our thoughts. We see them change and that scares us.

They can change for the worst or the better.

The truth is, we never lose ourselves. We only access new parts of ourselves, ones which may be blissful, and ones which may be hard to maintain, ones that can be destructive.

The best thing is that we can always revisit older versions of ourselves and adopt their personalities back into our lives. We can always visit higher versions of ourselves and call them into our current stay.

The one version of ourselves i feel we can connect to best is our younger selves—the purity, the innocence, the blissful ignorance. That isn’t ever fully gone. Even at 60 years old, your soul can still remain youthful as it once was. The only difference is that your soul won’t be naive, but beautifully wise, beautifully deep.

So, you aren’t lost. you never were lost. you are growing just as you always were.

I dropped a bowl of berries. My last berries. And if you know me, you know I’m a berry girl: non-negotiable. If I dropped an apple, I wouldn’t flinch. But berries, my last too? That would usually ruin my mood.

But this time, it didn’t. The second they hit the floor, my first thought was: one of them must have had something in it I wasn’t supposed to eat. That was it. Not forced. Not me trying to fix my thoughts. That was just genuinely what I thought. It may seem like a little thing, but the good thing wasn’t that i was okay with my berries dropping, it was that my first thoughts were optimistic.

Months ago, that wouldn’t have been the case. I would’ve felt annoyed, maybe defeated, and then I’d try to reframe it. I’d tell myself to “think positive,” or convince myself it’s not a big deal. But today, I didn’t have to do any of that. My default reaction was calm.

And that’s the thing about habit change: it sneaks up on you. You spend weeks or months doing the work, repeating new patterns, and thinking you’re not getting anywhere. But then, one day, something small happens… and you notice your first thought is different. And that’s how you know it’s working.

In the manifestation world, people always say “persist.” And yeah, that applies to visualizing your dream life, but I think it applies even more to your inner world. Your habits. Your mindset. Your reactions. Because you’re not stuck as one version of yourself forever. You’re constantly shifting, whether you’re aware of it or not.

Late night adventures with my mind, venus day edition

I’m sitting here wondering—why are people so afraid to give love? Why does it embarrass them? Why is there even a word like “simp”? I think that word is so silly. Because when two people love each other equally, when they both show up with effort and tenderness, when they obsess over each other in devotion and warmth and mutual care—how could you ever call that simping? That’s not weakness. That’s passion. That’s presence. That’s what it means to feel deeply and love honestly.

There’s so much beauty in giving love. And I don’t just mean in romance—I mean across the board. You can see a stranger walking down the street and decide to offer them kindness. Compliment their outfit. Help them carry something. Smile at them with sincerity. Send them good energy just because. That alone holds so much quiet grace, so much unspoken power. And yet it feels so underrated in this generation we live in.

We’re stuck in such a boring but emotionally draining era where love isn’t prioritized the way it should be. Men are out here glorifying nonchalance, glorifying the hustle, not realizing that this fear of opening up, of being heartbroken, is what’s actually keeping them from their own design. Why did God create men to be hustlers at their core? What’s the point of all the work, all the striving, all the gain? It’s so they could build homes. So they could protect and provide for a woman and for their children. That’s the whole point. That’s the root.

And the same goes for women. I hear women constantly saying, “I don’t need a man,” and honestly, it upsets something in me. Not because they aren’t strong, but because they’ve convinced themselves that their desire for partnership is a flaw. Why do you think your heart aches for romance? Why does your body yearn for closeness and creation and nurture? It’s because your soul remembers what harmony feels like. Your body desires to procreate with the love of your life, to have copies of his eyes and your smile in the faces of souls that came through you. It’s not weakness. It’s divine.

Love gets treated like a weakness. Like something that’s only to be tolerated—not treasured. And that’s only because people haven’t allowed themselves to truly surrender to it. They half-love, and then punish the other for being human. But real love—lasting love—isn’t built on perfection. Do you think couples who’ve been together 50 or 60 years never made huge mistakes? Of course they did. But they forgave each other. Just like you forgive yourself for things you never even speak about.

she lingers in the liminal hush

beneath your ribs, she tenderly stirs

in the hollows of your chest, she dances

through the threads of your hair, she drifts

in the hush of your breath, she murmurs

shattered only by your limbs, you are

she mends each fracture with her light, and then

you feel it—her nearness

her quiet hold on you

you awaken

to the knowing she’s always been there

since the birth of your becoming

and she always will be

– Malak

a poem of some sorts..inspired by “the shadows bride” by Peter Grundy and the “corpse bride” by Tim Burton, i don’t know why i kept seeing emily’s image as i wrote this, as if it was a channeling sent through her 🦇🤍 it’s like a ghost of a woman

i lay my head against my silky pillow

my mind drifts to a place of tranquility

a place of softness

a place where the moonlight reflects off of my blonde hair strands

the brown in my hair blending in with the night

In my mind my eyes shut, my consciousness with it

I shift realities, now one with my dreams

No longer in control, but feeling like i am

my dreams a glimpse of my future

my dreams a whisper of my desires

my dreams a whisper of my subconscious

my dreams a reminder of what i want

and what i don’t want

-malak

The one thing which benefitted me lately was taking things slow. For some, that drives them crazy, makes them anxious too. that’s understandable, but that’s also your nervous system screaming “if you don’t do this now then your entire life will fall apart—get it together”. That’s not safety, that’s your body threatening you!

Sometimes we just gotta work a little against our own body’s current :D. And truly, that’s how you’ll hone your energy for your own good and the good of the people around you.

The lower your speed, the more you take things in, the more you absorb, and the better you react. Instead of handing in a messy assignment, you hand in a formally articulated one. Instead of disturbing a relationship by bringing up something that’s sensitive to them badly in the heat of the moment, you take a step back and think of ways this issue could be solved. Instead of sending yourself hate, you understand and tell yourself things your body actually deserves.

Moving slowly is the most feminine and softest speed you can offer yourself as a woman. Your nervous system will thank you. Because of that, i feel calmer, i feel like i can react from a place that isn’t my survival instinct because deep down i feel safe in my own body, like it won’t fail me.

It wasn’t hard for me to realize that i’ve always been and always will be a girl that loves to give.

When i use the term “give” i don’t just mean financially—although some people love to invest money in others, and that’s beautiful and thoughtful — right now i’m talking about giving things that are more meaningful, more of an energy that makes the receiver feel recharged.

Giving people a glimpse of the ocean of wonders within you is the most fulfilling thing ever. It’s especially fulfilling when it’s charged with a positive intention, to give without expecting a return, just giving for the sake of giving.

Feminine energy especially is all about giving back. That might not be apparent in today’s society because i feel like alot of people are selfish nowadays— only giving people to receive something back. But that true, feminine energy that provides, isn’t just something fleeting. A memory to perish, a gift that can be forgotten. It’s an energy, a love that reaches countries, a love that is felt despite distance, despite rough patches. It’s a prayer that reaches the sky before it reaches your heart and protects you. It’s a meal, not just a meal, but one charged with safety, pure love, and care. It’s peaceful eye contact that makes you feel good about yourself.

You see, anyone can do what i said above, and more too. however, only a true giver, a true lover will do all that with purity and intention.

Giving can be acts of service, doing something for someone because they can’t right now. It can be words of affirmation, but not just the generic words everyone can say, but that significant, meaningful compliment that hits your soul like a train, the one you’ll never forget in your life because you felt understood.

Giving can be giving someone space but also checking up on them, making sure they’re okay, energetically healing them and imagining a green aura on their body as you do so. Giving can be smiling instead of arguing, or arguing just to avoid resentment because you care too much to change your idea of them because of a few mistakes they made.

Giving can be healing someone’s fears, someone’s insecurities, without even noticing or trying to. That’s because your energy towards them is so pure that your presence around them heals them unconsciously. It’s just like the term which says in arabic “a friend pulls you to their direction” “الصاحب ساحب”. A bad friend will make your habits worse, whilst a giver, a lover may allow you to safely purge everything bad out of you—while still loving you— but guiding you into a better version of yourself (unconsciously).

The list goes on..

when i was a teen girl i would consume this content like it was water! i loved it so much and im sure the girls who are like me will find it and love it! here are some holy grail self care tips which work for me that you can incorporate into your routine🤍

Morrocaan Hamaam

The girls who know, know. Every girl needs to atleast own morrocaan soap and a keesa (this is an exfoliation glove). This naturally physically removes the dead skin off your body and leaves you glowy. I recommend doing it once every 1-2 weeks.

Additional moroccan self care includes:

🫧 Nila al zarkaa, which brightens your skin and gets rid of hyperpigmentation.

🫧Black seed oil, unlimited health benefits both externally and internally.

🫧argan oil, soft lucious hair and clear skin if used properly

🫧 Self regulation- i listen to listen, not to respond. I’ve had times people could’ve argued with me but i didn’t allow it, simply because i didn’t react or attack. What i don’t do though is avoid them. if an argument is about to arise, it’s for a reason. It’s not the person in-front of me being “petty”. I listen and i comprehend too, i keep their reaction in mind as respect for them to avoid this tension in the future.

🫧 Self care- i’ve returned inwards and tried giving myself the love i’ve been craving.

🫧 Control- i learned i can’t control people’s actions but i can only control how i react to them

🫧Knowledge- i prioritized feeding my mind ways i can improve and be a better, more strong and feminine version of myself for myself and for the people i care about. That includes how i can calm their chaos without being inflicted by it. That to me sounds like a love language🤍

🫧Let people be- i no longer ask for what i want from people, i let them show up how they want to. Don’t get me wrong, in a healthy relationship it’s good to ask for what you want and to be direct, so that you can seamlessly please each other. However, it gets to a point where you’re just draining yourself if your needs aren’t respected and you have to constantly ask for them.

you are dealing with their inner child

their traumas

their rejections

their opened emotional wounds