n u t s t o r y

وَأُفَوِّضُ أَمْرِي إِلَى اللَّهِ ۚ إِنَّ اللَّهَ بَصِيرٌ بِالْعِبَادِ

grateful to be born a HSP, but also painful, to feel like you’re made of glass all the time. need a lot of space and time to heal.

Unfortunately, sometimes this tongue has no energy left to explain things to people who have no intention of seeking clarity or understanding. They impose their own narrative on you while you are struggling with an entirely different battle.

You try to explain, but they silence you — speaking as if their version is the only truth, refusing to acknowledge the validity of someone else’s pain. Eventually, you stop explaining because you realise it does not matter to them.

You believe that leaving arguments will earn you a house in Paradise, so you choose silence — trusting that a higher wisdom will carry you through this adversity.

People who truly care about you will ask, why? They will ask about your intentions rather than judge you solely by your actions. They will ask gently, with mercy, rather than assuming the worst. People who truly care about you will not leave you bleeding alone and ignore your pain. And I thank Allah for all the ones He has sent to help.

Some days, this soul cannot help but wonder — what is Islam, truly? Instead of extending a hand or listening with compassion, insults were given instead.

Yet through all this chaos, my mother’s duʿāʾ continues to carry me.