#burning-beneath

For the first time in years, I find myself… bored. Not the restless kind of boredom that comes from wanting entertainment, but the quiet kind. The kind that appears only after your mind has finally stopped fighting a thousand battles at once. My body still hurts. My health hasn’t magically improved. Those realities are still with me every single day. But my mind has become quieter. Sometimes…

Lately I have been confronting something inside myself. One of those moments where I stop, step back, and start looking at my own patterns with complete honesty. Not blaming anyone else. Not trying to justify things. Just looking at myself and asking questions that are not always comfortable. I have realized that sometimes I settle for what is simply in front of me. Not because it is what I…

I was watching a Ramadan series today. One of those Kuwaiti shows that take place in the 1970s and 1980s. I always find myself drawn to them because they reflect a different time and a different social world that am trying to understand as a grown woman. In one of the scenes, a young woman risks her reputation just to ride in a car with the young man she loves. Something so simple carried…

I have been going through a dating app, scrolling through faces. Endless faces. Angles, poses, filtered moments frozen in time. My finger running over the X so fast it almost became second nature. So many strange things appear on that screen. I find myself wondering why someone would portray themselves in such a way, or describe themselves the way they do. Some profiles are extremely…

Today something small caught my attention, and yet it felt deeply meaningful. Out of curiosity, I opened my Facebook author page for Burning Beneath. Not my personal profile, but the page where I share my reflections and writing with the world. For the first time, I actually looked at the number of followers. 131 people. It may not sound like a big number to many. But to me, it meant…

I arrived early to prepare the space, around five thirty. I remember feeling anxious, stressed, maybe even afraid. This Circle means so much to me, and I think part of me was afraid of failing, or of it failing. Maybe that is the perfectionist in me, the part I am slowly learning to soften. I kept reminding myself of one simple truth. My energy is what matters. That is what I bring. Most of…

Living through life as a woman has always amazed me. Not because it is easy, but because of how much pain a woman can endure and still keep moving as if nothing is happening, as if it is part of a regular day, part of a regular life. Not a life I chose, not a life I resent. I am not angry at being a woman. I love myself. I love being a woman. But the question that keeps returning is simple…