Meaning towers over you

In silence, I hear the deep pain reverberating through the earth, absorbed through the aching feet of people whose bodies express their pain for them. Through the noise I feel the extreme incongruence embedded in social conventions that like a game of Jenga people are hoping they can keep playing without it collapsing on them.

It never made sense to fixate on a compartmentalized life when I can hear the din over the walls. I tried, but I could never fool myself into believing the illusions. Maybe that’s also why I haven’t married yet. It’s impossible to believe someone’s hollow words that are meant to seal me off into a niche.

I don’t know if pain brings clairvoyance or if clairvoyance brings pain but I realized too late that all my peering into the voids also magnetized to me the shadow forms and unclaimed pain that are like massive land fills of the collective’s energy.

The other day I joked with my therapist that it’s not only I that come to these sessions but all the unhealed aspects from ancestral trauma and unresolved conflicts in Somalis. I bring them to my sessions to release what I couldn’t metabolize through my intellect alone. It’s through these alchemical transmutations that I often gain insight into us, into our people. The noise has been tuned out to reveal the harmony in the sound. The image has been made symmetrical. It’s easy to see the potentiality in all things then.

I thought this path was going to be easier, but I accessed things that carry a hefty import tax, and I’m still paying off the debt of insights that I’m not entirely sure what I’m meant to do with?

I asked myself the other day if I’d have felt fulfilled in the conventional realities I so often compare myself to, and I wouldn’t. I guess being filled and feeling full also means that you don’t get to cut out what you don’t like. You have to taste all the flavours to develop a rich palate. You have to allow the opposites to co-exist because they give each other meaning and definition. I’m not here to define things, only to experience things as they already have been defined.

Perhaps the grief of our age is that definition often decontextualizes the opposites. Detached intellect compartmentalizing what was created concurrently. The connection is lost, and all we’re left with are pieces stacked on each other, like the Tower of Babel, like a game of Jenga. Building constructs that no one can inhabit or embody.

Sincerity protects your search for truth

Answer :

Wa alaykumussalaam. I’m sorry for all that you’ve been plagued by, but you’re gaining clarity, you’re going over timelines, you’re reflecting, you’re analyzing, you’re trying. You’re hoping. All that is from the tawfeeq of Allaah. What you’ve been plagued by is unfortunately from the pollution of our times where people speak from where they haven’t embodied. They signal what they haven’t processed. They use the deen for their nefarious mind games. But it’s a call that we’re so outside of our core that we outsource the search for and discernment of truth to others who claim one thing with their words but another with their energy.

As long as your intentions are rooted in your mind and not your heart, you’ll be fighting other people’s battles, like constantly swatting away swarms of flies. The rabbit hole of falsehood is endless, so it’s much easier and more healing to start over and ask yourself who is Allaah? If He’s the truth, then whatever you do in search of the truth will lead you to Him. If He’s the truth – a rhetorical question bc He indeed is al-Haqq, beyond dualistic conceptualization – then being honest with Him about your state and establishing a rapport where you look squarely at what is in your heart – currently the truth is that you don’t have motivation for worship – will shift you away from conflict to reconciliation. When you take responsibility for where your truth lies, you can recognize what you lack and need. You need love. You need guidance. You need divine support. These aren’t easy things. We don’t procure them on our own through intellectual efforts. We RECEIVE them when we admit that we’ve fallen short and can’t function without them. Bc that’s the truth. You’re struggling bc you’re bypassing the fundamental truth about the state of you today. Perhaps you’re afraid that it’ll be permanent if you say it or accept it. Perhaps you’re afraid you’ll be punished.

But remember this : as long as you’re sincere and true, Allaah will guide you. Allaah will protect you. Allaah says about Yusuf:

وَلَقَدْ هَمَّتْ بِهِۦ وَهَمَّ بِهَا لَوْلَآ أَن رَّءَا بُرْهَٰنَ رَبِّهِۦ كَذَٰلِكَ لِنَصْرِفَ عَنْهُ ٱلسُّوٓءَ
وَٱلْفَحْشَآءَ إِنَّهُۥ مِنْ عِبَادِنَا ٱلْمُخْلَصِينَ
And she certainly determined [to seduce] him, and he would have inclined to her had he not seen the proof of his Lord. And thus [it was] that We should avert from him evil and immorality. Indeed, he was of Our chosen servants.


The word chosen is mukhlaseen from the root akhlasa, ikhlaas. Meaning, bc of his dedicated sincerity, Allaah protected him.

And this is something echoed by iblees, as told by Allaah in surah Saad :

قَالَ فَبِعِزَّتِكَ لَأُغْوِيَنَّهُمْ أَجْمَعِينَ
إِلَّا عِبَادَكَ مِنْهُمُ ٱلْمُخْلَصِينَ

[Iblees] said, “By your might, I will surely mislead them all
Except, among them, Your chosen servants.”

But if you can’t bring yourself to speak the truth within yourself, you’re blocking out His tawfeeq. You’re suspending yourself in a battle you’ll never win or leave. So the first order of things is to be honest about what Allaah already knows is within you. The rest will come. Trust me it will. But take that step and your heart will tell you the rest.

I’ll pray for you.

Suicide as an expression of distrust

There’s nothing more powerful or wired harder than survival instinct. The only thing stronger than that is whatever causes a distrust in people and life which, if unmitigated, leads to suicide. Withdrawal, isolation, disconnection, depression are signs of suppressed life bc life is perceived more painful than non-existence. Using force to change that state only adds fuels to the fire bc it reinforces what causes distrust.

The only thing that has been more powerful than suicidal ideations for me was finding a trust in Allaah. A true trust. Not being goaded into things bc of guilt-tripping or threats or fear. But trust that came from Him showing Himself in my life and opening up awareness and knowledge that I could trust and return to no matter what happened. A bond stronger than anything I could do to threaten it.

That’s the only thing that has kept me alive in the past 8 years. No convincing, no positivity, no just shifting focus to other stuff to forget my thoughts ever helped. For whatever reason, my mind is an open field. There are no compartmentalizations. I lucid dream. Even in dream state, I remain aware. So I’ve never been able to trick myself into a different state.

Why goal-setting makes me lost

Goals & achievements are minefields for me. I have to be extremely sensitive and careful about what ‘orders’ I give myself, which means not giving myself orders at all. It took me a long while to accept that the generic advices and guidelines doled out by self-help gurus suppress me and in particularly the vitality in me.

I didn’t understand why but I started by respecting my emotions and not seeing myself as an inherently lazy creature who needs strong arming and moving away from whatever contributed to depression and despair. Turns out, I had to throw
everything out of the window. I was like a mother whose child was allergic TO EVERYTHING and was breaking out in hives and suffering from a disease no doctor could ascertain so she had to experiment, be vigilant, research, and never stop trying. I had to not only reparent myself
but reeducate and resocialize. I had to tear everything down and start from scratch using my mental ailments as guidance to know where to search and what to look for.

But even so, this conditioning was genetical. I was up against millenia of hardwiring. Everything I was doing was counterintuitive and flew in the face of survival. Each day I’d have at least a moment of thinking WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOOOIN?? But, it brought results, unexpected af and it gave me relief insofar as I didn’t want to off myself. My psyche was finally responding even though I didn’t know why. It wasn’t important to know why, only that it worked. I was doing that for 7 years straight. 7 gruelling, scary, existentially debilitating years. But paradoxically the most fulfilling ones too!

It wasn’t until my grandma passed, may Allaah have mercy on her, in Sept
that I started going back to see the work I had laid in those 7 years and why they worked. It was the most triggering and depressing period bc the trauma was still there. I had just worked on responding differently but I wasn’t prepared for the deluge that was released. I was in
a liminal abyss. Reality didn’t have dimensions or ground other than the present moment which felt too many sizes too big and too small at the same time. It was especially tempting to go back on everything I had done and just do things conventionally. The dying programming was trying to gaslight me into thinking the uncertainty was because I was clueless and lazy and that I should just do what I had chosen not to for all these years. But my heart wasn’t with it. I had developed a militant discernment where nothing bypasses me in what tries to impress itself upon me.

I was battling with shame for my inactivity (when it was me waiting to see what emerged). I became acquainted with the nature of the present moment. The ontological nature of it. And now it came to me that what I had been doing was increasing my psychic stamina and tolerance
of the present moment. That matters more to me than to use goals as blinkers in order to filter things out. There’s some ancient psychic technology that requires that I’m capable of staying grounded no matter and because it’s so sensitive, I have to tie down my mind from interfering compulsively and digressing when I really need it to be a receptacle for these incoming signals. These signals reconnect me to the present moment that is deep in me and it makes accessible the joy and passion I had lost sense and sight for. To be fuelled by that instead of lack. To be driven by deep inspiration instead of strategies to fight upstream.

Fractality of trauma

I’m just contemplating the construct of trauma and formation of trauma responses, and what comes to me is the breaking away from the heart chakra through a microcosmic fall from grace that implant specific beliefs of shame and guilt to isolate one’s creative urge from the divine and this perpetrates a deep sense of being lost which primes one for trauma-bonds.
These modalities siphon the stagnant creative energy that have no outlet in consciousness since it’s cut off, and reroute them to serve toxic systems.

Survival mode is a trauma response bc it’s acting from the traumatic beliefs as if they were true. Traumatic beliefs that are atheistic in nature. It’s a shutdown of creativity and a shut out of anything holistic. In fact, the holistic is interpreted as imprisonment.

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