I remember the first time I felt truly seen and heard by a friend. She listened to me without judgment, without interruption. She validated my feelings, even when she didn’t understand them. And in that moment, I felt like I could breathe again. I felt like I was home.
The struggles of Muslim women across the globe cannot be exhausted. What makes the load lighter to carry is community and reassurance that she’s not alone. It doesn’t end there, the wins of Muslim women seem to be magnified when shared with a community. It’s always beautiful and gratifying to sit in the audience and watch the Community bond and connect and let themselves be vulnerable and pick their sisters up — Alhamdulillah.
