2026: A Year That Begins Without My Father
Today is New Year’s Day, 2026. And I am stepping into this year with one person less. One person less to show off my success to. One person less to share my happiness with. One person less to confide my worries in. One person less to lean on when life feels heavy. I lost my
Postpartum Isn’t the Problem; People Are
Pregnancy and childbirth are truly beautiful milestones, moments we’re told to cherish forever. But let me break the silence for a moment and speak honestly: the postpartum phase can be mentally brutal, no matter who you are or where you live, especially when you’re surrounded by the wrong people. I’ve heard countless women share their
When I Look Back
When I look back at the worries I once had, they seem so silly now. I almost feel sorry for the version of me who carried so much fear and anxiety. I shouldn’t have been so consumed by the things that once terrified me. Isn’t that the kind of realisation that comes with age? They
The Scars of Childhood Trauma
They say time heals all wounds but some wounds never truly fade. Childhood trauma, especially, stays with us like a scar beneath the skin. You may not see it every day, but when your fingers trace its rough surface, the memories return. The pain reminds you of everything you once endured. Pain is universal. No
A Letter to Yara
Dearest Yara, On the night of the 16th of September, 2024, I was admitted to the hospital in Dubai, waiting with both fear and anticipation. And on the 17th, my life changed forever; you were born, Yara. That day was an emotional rollercoaster for me. Without my mother near me, miles and miles away from