Your words touched me more than I can say. Maybe she is a guardian angel—one that doesn’t fly but stays close, whispering reminders of gentleness, patience, and grace in a voice only I can hear.
Thank you for seeing her… for seeing me.
Ameen to your beautiful dua—may Allah wrap you too in peace, light, and soft strength on your journey.
this is so incredibly real and vulnerable, and i find it refreshing. it’s beautiful how you articulated and gave a persona to the feminine side of you. i, myself, have a boy inside me. there are times i wished i had a boys body, and had the build of one, so that it fit better with my own persona. Growing up as a tom boy, I always figured life would’ve been so much easier if I was just the opposite gender. But now, having healed and moved away from the stereotypes taught from the christian religion i was brought up in, i celebrate my feminist and masculinity under a new light. a new umbrella that’s just “me”, no matter the name or gender. some days im masculine, some feminine. depends on what i’m doing and what i feel like that day, and what music ive been particularly drawn too. Either way, Ive learned to accept and love any time of expression of myself, regardless of what i believe people think. and my inner child is beyond happy just being without judgement in my own skin. not saying my experience is exactly like yours—but just thought i’d send out my two cents as a friend who felt they related ❤️
You have no idea how much your words meant to me. I read them once, then again — slower — like I was sitting beside a friend, just listening. It felt like being understood in a quiet, gentle way. Not exactly mirrored, but somehow met.
Thank you for sharing your journey so openly. It takes courage to speak like that, and I could feel the years behind your healing the ache, the growth, the freedom. I think that’s what touched me most: the way you now live under this “umbrella that’s just you.” There’s something so beautiful about that a kind of wholeness that doesn’t need to pick sides anymore.
And yes I think our inner person would probably get along really well just being themselves without the fear of being corrected, or misunderstood. Maybe that’s all we ever wanted anyway.
I’m honoured you felt safe enough to share this with me.Thank you for sharing your "two cents" — they’re worth more than gold to me🤍
You didn’t just describe “the girl inside,” you honored her. And in doing so, you honored parts of so many of us, regardless of gender, who’ve spent years tucking away our softness to survive in a world that doesn’t always make space for it
Agh my heart❤️🩹, this was so sweet, I almost felt like being described, these are all signs of a good practicing Muslim left for women to follow.
i really loved reading this, it felt like a soft hum, the kind that eases your soul. You are gifted Brother, would love to admire more of such beautiful pieces.
Beautifully said! The girl inside you sounds like a guardian angel ...she's your inner light.
May Allah guide you on your journey of self discovery and grant you peace and clarity.
Your words touched me more than I can say. Maybe she is a guardian angel—one that doesn’t fly but stays close, whispering reminders of gentleness, patience, and grace in a voice only I can hear.
Thank you for seeing her… for seeing me.
Ameen to your beautiful dua—may Allah wrap you too in peace, light, and soft strength on your journey.
Truly grateful for your presence here.
What wonderful words to describe that experience! Thank you!
The Invisible Me knows no gender, only the Fullness of a BodyHome that houses in hospitality regardless of shape, form or circumstances.
This is achingly beautiful.
Yes—perhaps we are all just spirits draped in temporary garments, learning to host ourselves with grace and tenderness.
Your words feel like they came from the same place I wrote mine—from somewhere between silence and truth.
Thank you for meeting me there.
Yes! I recognised a kindred spirit in your previous posts…. The Garden knows no boundaries 💚🩵💚
this is so incredibly real and vulnerable, and i find it refreshing. it’s beautiful how you articulated and gave a persona to the feminine side of you. i, myself, have a boy inside me. there are times i wished i had a boys body, and had the build of one, so that it fit better with my own persona. Growing up as a tom boy, I always figured life would’ve been so much easier if I was just the opposite gender. But now, having healed and moved away from the stereotypes taught from the christian religion i was brought up in, i celebrate my feminist and masculinity under a new light. a new umbrella that’s just “me”, no matter the name or gender. some days im masculine, some feminine. depends on what i’m doing and what i feel like that day, and what music ive been particularly drawn too. Either way, Ive learned to accept and love any time of expression of myself, regardless of what i believe people think. and my inner child is beyond happy just being without judgement in my own skin. not saying my experience is exactly like yours—but just thought i’d send out my two cents as a friend who felt they related ❤️
You have no idea how much your words meant to me. I read them once, then again — slower — like I was sitting beside a friend, just listening. It felt like being understood in a quiet, gentle way. Not exactly mirrored, but somehow met.
Thank you for sharing your journey so openly. It takes courage to speak like that, and I could feel the years behind your healing the ache, the growth, the freedom. I think that’s what touched me most: the way you now live under this “umbrella that’s just you.” There’s something so beautiful about that a kind of wholeness that doesn’t need to pick sides anymore.
And yes I think our inner person would probably get along really well just being themselves without the fear of being corrected, or misunderstood. Maybe that’s all we ever wanted anyway.
I’m honoured you felt safe enough to share this with me.Thank you for sharing your "two cents" — they’re worth more than gold to me🤍
The girl inside you sounds like me
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So beautiful words like kissing the shyness and respect the hejab.. many thanks this is such as master piece God loving you darling.
Thank you so much
You didn’t just describe “the girl inside,” you honored her. And in doing so, you honored parts of so many of us, regardless of gender, who’ve spent years tucking away our softness to survive in a world that doesn’t always make space for it
Your words feel like a quiet embrace the kind that doesn't rush to fix, just sits beside you and says I see you.
If my softness made space for yours, even for a moment, then this piece has lived its purpose.
Thank you for honoring her with your words because when we let softness breathe, we all heal a little together.
I’m humbled and grateful.
Agh my heart❤️🩹, this was so sweet, I almost felt like being described, these are all signs of a good practicing Muslim left for women to follow.
i really loved reading this, it felt like a soft hum, the kind that eases your soul. You are gifted Brother, would love to admire more of such beautiful pieces.
This means the world to me. Truly.
To know that it felt like a soft hum—that’s exactly how she sounds inside me. Gentle, quiet, and often unnoticed.
Maybe that's why your words felt like a mirror—I didn’t expect to be seen, but you saw me anyway.
May Allah keep your heart wrapped in ease and light. And I’d be honored to have you walk along more of these quiet pages with me.
The inner you is so beautiful and so beautifully expressed, Junaid. ❤️🕊️,Dx
Your words feel like gentle hands around something fragile—thank you for holding them so kindly.
Maybe the beauty you saw was just a reflection… because only a beautiful heart can recognize one.
Truly grateful you stopped to listen to the quiet inside me.
Thank you
I'm sorry I responded very lately, actually I just saw your beautiful words.
Thank you