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Hello Folks!

Today, I will share with you the life story of a woman who went through many struggles in her life to be the person that she now is and from whose blogs, you take great inspiration.

It’s a journey of the soul. So let the curtains unveil.

Born in a family of four siblings, always treated lesser, based on skin tone and intelligence, a forceps delivery, as I was told was the reason for my being the way I am. I weaved a castle of imagination around me.

journey of the soul

I lived in that imaginary world where I was a hero and made an impact on society.

I had to struggle to fit in with my surroundings and the school at large. Low in confidence and always being bullied by the better, posh, and popular lot.

Still determined to prove myself one day.

I was still my father’s favorite. He loved me despite my looks and intelligence and I loved him selflessly.

As I grew older and took interest in subjects of my liking, I began to excel in my studies and finding like-minded people like me who saw my capabilities and not my flaws.


All my childhood, I suffered from comparisons and not being good enough but my innate nature couldn’t be changed that is spreading happiness around and helping ones like me, I could in my own way.

Even at this time, at the age of 43, people who I call family, say mean things to me. My family (blood bindings) whom I have always put first then my own family (husband and children).

Have tried to keep them happy, still off and on, have been blamed for the embezzlement of money, and other mean things, just because I take care of my old father.

Most of the time, I listen to them just thinking, maybe I am living in my fathers’ house with my family for my father gives everyone the right to treat me that way.

My children often get emotional and angry saying that why don’t you tell them what you tell us? Why can’t they just leave you alone? Next time so and so khala (aunt)does this, we will tell them.

And I always tell them that it is bad manners and Allah is looking and He will take care of them.

They too suffer because they see their mother suffering at the hands of her loved ones. Though children, they want to say things to them but then think about how, I will feel, stop and take their distances.

I can’t erase the harsh talk out of their minds and let them think all is good. They have to face the bitter reality of life, only to be stronger in the future.

Off and on there have been times where I have desperately felt the need of being independent and telling everyone that I am not dependent on them or their mercy.

Many times in my life, I have fallen and got back again on my foot, thinking about what kind of life I want for my children.

I can sense the dejection going into my children. They were not brought into this world to go through the demise, I am going through.

I want them to have a smooth life and am willing to make/making the necessary sacrifices for their good future.

We have just one life and we have to utilize it to the best of our capabilities. I want to utilize all my talents, help other people along the way and show them a beacon of light.

The purpose of this blog is to motivate the fallen souls who think that being born in a good wealthy family is a privilege. Well, folks, it’s not.

Some learn it the easy way and some learn it the hard way. The more close we are to our basics, the easy it is for us to excel.

One is a prince or princess till the parents are alive as after them or when they themselves are dependent, you are no one’s prince or princess, not even your husband owns you.

You and you alone have to make this difference.“Thinking is the talking of the soul with itself”https://www.brainyquote.com/topics/soul-quotes.

My journey of the soul is an ongoing journey and I have traveled a long way to reach this point now, from what I was 5 years back to the new version of me now.

I have come a long way, learned a lot from like-minded, transformed a lot with mentors, and groomed a lot with the help of sincere and honest friends and readers like you.

Life is not a bed of roses. It never has been.

Struggling, yet determined woman on the run to make a difference in the lives around me and those who look at me in infancy.

I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, a mother, and to many an influencer, a challenge who is changing the way of thinking at large.

I say what I think is right and practice what I believe is right. I don’t do comparisons, am not judgemental. I am the same person for all, whoever approaches.

Being an empath, I can feel what others can’t say because I go through the same feelings every day by connecting to people. We all have a purpose in this world.

My purpose is to ease other people’s life. And make them want to live their life constructively.

I am no counselor, just a human being who understands a multitude of emotions, a good friend, and a listening ear.

As an individual, I would recommend all the fallen angels suffering from meanness find a source you can, use as catharsis, your life will change. It changed mine.https://www.sabahataamir.com/catharsis-2/

As humans, let’s help each other to come out of their shells, have a voice and be productive in meaningful ways.

Think about it.

Until next time, stay safe and healthy.

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