SerialLoser
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All relationships in my life are perishable. From the girl-friends who although lovely, only have time for you in their lifes as a temporary phase until they find ‘the one’, get married and detach themselves from most if not all social contact that is not related to their one and only. Then theres the siblings who themselves are also results of bad parenting, and are just doing what they know. The cousins and extended family, there to observe from a distance and ultimately judge. They can’t help it. Then the once best friends who got married and drifted apart from me all around three years ago. Then the parents, always there as a stark reminder that your life, opinions, nay existence means nothing until you are married to a man. The man? There is no man, and doubt that there will be one. I don’t know any poor soul that is suicidal enough, so to speak. Oh and then theres the guy who I foolishly thought was ‘’the one’’ when I was young and naive, only to break his heart three years ago (after promising to marry him) because I chose Islam over him.
My religion also alienates me from my parents. My father more so, as he detests my choice to wear hijab and practise Islam. I try to attend circles that I can, just so I can be around Muslims and hence feel better, but sitting here right now, I don’t think anything is helping.
I woke up this morning, elated at what a beautiful day it was and my mind full of plans on what to do. Not even an hour later my mother throws a comment at me, which I know wasn’t meant to be for me and she is taking out her aggression on the wrong person, but still cut me deep. From that point until now I have spent the day locked in my room, like a pathetic person, crying to myself and at the same time constantly reminding myself that self harm is haraam because my body belongs to Allah, and to leave my wrists alone. Wasn’t easy with all the broken glass lying all over my floor to tempt me, but then thats my own fault for breaking it.
Anyway with wrists still intact, and an apology a few minutes ago from the mother who holds me in such low esteem, apparently the situation is back to normal now. It still hurts though.
It hurts that since I stopped free mixing three years ago I have none of my close friends to talk to (as yes, they happened to be male). I have to write how I feel here to be able to vent, which is pathetic let’s admit it. It also hurts that even though my mother is frustrated that I have not been able to bring home a ‘prince charming’ to marry, her and my father have made no effort to look into my marriage themselves. It hurts that I’m going to be a quarter century old next month and living such a pathetic existence. I don’t believe there is anything bad about moving out on my own and would love to. After all, I’m alhm educated and financially independent and therefore don’t need to wait around for an incredibly mediocre husband to come to my rescue. I acknowledge the fact that if I do ever marry, it will probably just be out of fear of dying alone...that thing called weak human nature. Although marriage is just a sunnah, it seems to be all that people in my life can talk about. Anyway my parents would sooner disown me then let me move out as God forbid...what will people think.
I can’t even begin to describe the reasons behind the relationship with my parents, too long and boring I imagine too. And I also am very aware that my problems are just a drop in the ocean compared to a lot of people subhanAllah. But I honestly have no one to say this out loud to.
I’ve just had enough of being the mute emotional punching bag. I’m praying and praying an praying. I’m slipping, then repenting, then praying. I’m begging for more patience. And most of all, I wish I didn’t believe that all relationships in my life are perishable but its true. And on the day of judgement I imagine it will be true for all of us, when we’re pushing each other in front of ourselves to get away from the fire.
My religion also alienates me from my parents. My father more so, as he detests my choice to wear hijab and practise Islam. I try to attend circles that I can, just so I can be around Muslims and hence feel better, but sitting here right now, I don’t think anything is helping.
I woke up this morning, elated at what a beautiful day it was and my mind full of plans on what to do. Not even an hour later my mother throws a comment at me, which I know wasn’t meant to be for me and she is taking out her aggression on the wrong person, but still cut me deep. From that point until now I have spent the day locked in my room, like a pathetic person, crying to myself and at the same time constantly reminding myself that self harm is haraam because my body belongs to Allah, and to leave my wrists alone. Wasn’t easy with all the broken glass lying all over my floor to tempt me, but then thats my own fault for breaking it.
Anyway with wrists still intact, and an apology a few minutes ago from the mother who holds me in such low esteem, apparently the situation is back to normal now. It still hurts though.
It hurts that since I stopped free mixing three years ago I have none of my close friends to talk to (as yes, they happened to be male). I have to write how I feel here to be able to vent, which is pathetic let’s admit it. It also hurts that even though my mother is frustrated that I have not been able to bring home a ‘prince charming’ to marry, her and my father have made no effort to look into my marriage themselves. It hurts that I’m going to be a quarter century old next month and living such a pathetic existence. I don’t believe there is anything bad about moving out on my own and would love to. After all, I’m alhm educated and financially independent and therefore don’t need to wait around for an incredibly mediocre husband to come to my rescue. I acknowledge the fact that if I do ever marry, it will probably just be out of fear of dying alone...that thing called weak human nature. Although marriage is just a sunnah, it seems to be all that people in my life can talk about. Anyway my parents would sooner disown me then let me move out as God forbid...what will people think.
I can’t even begin to describe the reasons behind the relationship with my parents, too long and boring I imagine too. And I also am very aware that my problems are just a drop in the ocean compared to a lot of people subhanAllah. But I honestly have no one to say this out loud to.
I’ve just had enough of being the mute emotional punching bag. I’m praying and praying an praying. I’m slipping, then repenting, then praying. I’m begging for more patience. And most of all, I wish I didn’t believe that all relationships in my life are perishable but its true. And on the day of judgement I imagine it will be true for all of us, when we’re pushing each other in front of ourselves to get away from the fire.