Metropolitan Muslimah

Bismillah.

Oh, I am so so so so so so tired that it’s insane.

And I am pressed pressed pressed for time and energy and space and response that it’s crazy.

I am not supposed to live like this or rather, I am not allowed to be like this. No, no, no, no way.

I wish that I have someone whom I can share every single thing with because I am carrying a lot.

It’s very hard for me to navigate my difficulties and expressing my feelings when really, there’s no opportunity for an outlet for me.

I am so stressed out beyond belief.

I am forced to be fair to other people except myself.

Why am I the one who has to meet people’s standards and expectations when nobody gives a shit about mine?

I’m just low key glad that I can hold my own, to a certain extent, to what little capabilities I have.

I thought that I could finally find some relief but no, sir! I have to ride another wave for another burst of time. This is insane.

I honestly think I’m doing the worst form of self-harm or infliction; unseen emotional damage.

I don’t know how to combat this except to hold on a little bit longer.

May Allah ease. May Allah unite me with someone who loves me more deeply than I love myself and is able to help me figure out this thing called life.

I need a hero! This heroine is tired of being the main character. Let me just be the sidekick for once, please!

And Allah is Al-Malik, The King. – MM