#thoughts
I want a life where I can speak freely, about what matters to me, in my own way.
A life where I matter.
A life where my insecurities aren’t attacked but accepted.
A life where I’m not burdened with house chores—where robots or servants handle them, so I can focus on greater things.
A life filled with compassion, deep conversations, and meaningful connections.A life of adventure.
A life where I meet people whose conversations inspire and benefit me.
A life in an environment that supports me emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
I am building this life, knowing society was never designed for women like me. Iʼm struggling a lot. Believe it or not.
From birth, girls are expected to be "wife material" before anything else.
But I was never that. I was rebellious, different. My family tried to shape me into a "normal girl," but I resisted. I always followed my father, to bazaars, to his book-pressing company after school. Started our own small business with my sis at the age of 10 and earned 500k net profit.))
I loved meeting people, selling books, and helping out. Staying home to cook and clean never felt right. I can do it occasionally, but not as a daily routine.
I know some women thrive in housework, finding joy in cooking and cleaning. But that’s not me.
Housework drains me. Not because I’m lazy, nowadays, I manage daily chores, study, run a business, and work. My life is full of pressure. But the only pressure I truly resent is housework.
It consumes my time and energy without giving anything back.I even hesitate to marry because of this. My parents understand me. They see my drive and believe I’ll become a business tycoon one day. They never expected me to be a servant.
I do chores because there’s no other way, but I do them on my terms—without deadlines.But society thinks differently. It expects every girl to be a homemaker first. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone could truly accept a woman like me—stubborn, ambitious, unwilling to conform.
Some say religion requires women to fit a role to be a housewife.
But my role model is Khadija (may Allah be pleased with her). I admire her and see parts of myself in her story.
I had already taken my third and fourth steps toward the life I want. Then illness struck me hard. It felt like a message from my Lord, reminding me that it’s not just my plan, but His. That He has His timing.
It was a wake-up call. I had started to forget that it was my Lord who shaped me, who gave me this temperament, these dreams, and this path. He had been preparing me for this since childhood.
InshaAllah, I will keep going.
I’ve stopped caring about the noise. My life, my Lord’s plan, my goals, my actions—everything is in His hands. Nothing and no one—except my Lord Himself—can stop me from building my own way.
I am ready to sacrifice whatever it takes.
I just needed to write this down. I don’t like holding back when I need to express myself.
After lying in bed with a high fever for over a week, unable to do anything but think, this is what remained.@feratmosphere
