Don’t be impressed by how I do things because I will disappoint you so hard. Don’t love me for how I make you feel because I will fail you, my words – shrapnels from self-inflicted wounds – will bruise you. Don’t follow me for the clarity I give you because most days I’m slumped in a confused cloud of self-hate.
I really don’t know what I’m doing. All I know is to try, and the rest is Allaah’s grace and extreme generosity.