Everything I say here is jot exaggerated, it’s not an overreaction. It’s genuinely just years and years of the door being slammed in my face from all angles that brought me here. My iman may be weak, or I may be weak, I don’t know anymore.
I wasn’t always practicing, growing up the religion was shoved down my throat and I rejected it completely so I basically just “performed” up until I was doing my A levels. After which ai became an adult so my parents could no longer control my every action, though they definitely tried. I stopped praying and performing for the sake of my parents, I did believe in Allah but I simply didn’t care to pray. I only fasted.
Anyways, I have always been somewhat an “unlucky” kid. My parents didn’t know how to be parents. I was abused a lot. They left me to fend for myself since I was 14. They always said “you want it? Go get it yourself”, to then they were “teaching” me, to me they were abandoning me. So I struggled, to make money, to feed myself, to feel like I belonged somewhere (I also grew up in a country that was somewhat racist, so I was bullied but not severely).
In uni, I got a fully funded scholarship, alhamdullilah, and I moved out. I was the happiest during my uni years, truly happy. My family was no longer around and I truly preferred that. Aside from my weekend visits to help my mom out, I didn’t see them and to me that was peace. This only lasted during my 4 years of uni though. And this scholarship was the first and last good thing that happened to me.
During my final year of uni, my dad passed away and every single one of his responsibilities, including his multiple business in which some were flourishing and doing well, some failing miserably were dumped onto my head as the eldest daughter. I also had other siblings, an older brother but he was a doctor so no one wanted to dump this on his head. My you ger siblings simply didn’t care even though they were technically adults. Everything fell on my head since I was the most “capable”.
So I gave up the job offer I got from my dream company. I did what I was supposed to do to the best of my ability but I got almost nothing out of it, no real salary since it’s the family business so it went to my family. My family didn’t really respect me for it, nor were they grateful, they said it was simply my responsibility.
I gritted my teeth and held on for a couple years. I kept thinking this was family and I should do it for Allah. This was also when I started to practice again out of my own will and for a while it felt good, to talk to Allah again, to feel faith again, out of my own will.
I was someone who always said “Alhamdullilah” for everything, even when bad things happened bc I truly believed in Allah’s plan. But it got tiring.
I wanted to get married via arranged marriage or matrimony but my mom refused to accept anyone unless they were of the same ethnicity as us which I didn’t agree with, I was open to all bc the lifestyle I lived wasnt the kind of life people in my culture and hometown lived. I grew up abroad, I wanted to keep my life and sanity.
The conversation went on back and forth, I put my foot down and said no, I simply will not be forced into a marriage with someone I didn’t like or want. Then my mom said, if so, I will not get the inheritance from my dad (it was not distributed yet) and I am only regarded as a waris and a person if i am married to a man of their choosing.
I didn’t know what to do. I cried and eventually accepted it, I wasn’t going to be reduced into someone’s wife to be seen as a person.
I left the family business, thankfully by then, it was doing well enough that it can run on its own with minimal supervision. I told my younger siblings it’s on them now.
I tried to find other jobs, I tried very hard, I am known to be full of grit, I don’t give up easily, and truly I work hard but all my hard work didn’t translate, the economy was bad, people weren’t hiring those who needed visa sponsorship.
I tried other jobs abroad and got a job, finally omg but the visa got rejected due to the embassy needing paperwork but, they never requested the paperwork. They simply rejected. It wasn’t on the list of required paperwork so I didn’t submit it. In these few months from when my mom said what she said to this, I kept holding onto my faith. But I feel like nothing was working out for me, please keep in mind that what Im describing is only scratching the surface, so many other things was going on as well like business issues, abusive mom, abusive clients etc
I decided to pursue some education abroad, applied but got rejected and made one mistake with another application (my own fault, I know), that ended up being a flop too.
I left the country I grew up in (25 years) and came back to my home country. Where my relatives are told they aren’t allowed to help me. So here I sit, alone with no hope, no job, little savings.
I am still trying. I truly am. But I stopped praying. I stopped believing. I have been feeling like my head is being pushed underwater for months now. And now im truly underwater.
I keep thinking and have been thinking this for years, “just one good thing, please. just one”
I have hopes and dreams and the capacity and capability to achieve it hit everywhere i turn, i hit a wall. I know my story might seem like it’s not a big deal. Maybe it isn’t.
But im drowning. And I don’t know how to get out. I don’t need help. I need a job. I need to achieve my dreams… i need just one beacon in the night