Is it a Comeback?

 Hi & Assalamualaikum

Eight years later, I found my way back here

So much have changed since the last time I wrote.
Different versions of me existed in between of silence - some softer, some stronger, some completely lost and trying their best.

I used to think dissapearing from this blog meant story stopped.

turns out, life was simply happening too fast to be written down.

I came back not because I have everything figured out

But because I finally miss listening to my own voice again.

The last time I wrote here, I was still trying to figure life out.

Since then, I stepped into adulthood faster than I ever thought. 

I got my first job and slowly learned that working life is more than just earning money - It's about surviving pressure, growing up quietly, and carrying responsibilities nobody prepares for. Then COVID happened - Somehow, I became one of the frontliners during one of the hardest seasons the World has ever faced. 

I still remember the exhaustion, the fear of bringing the virus home, the endless masks, PPEs, long shifts, and the kind of tiredness that sleep couldn't fix. Some days felt unbearably heavy, yet somehow all of us keep showing up anyway. 

There were moments filled with heartbreak, but also moments that reminded me how strong humans can be when life leaves us no choice but only to SURVIVE.

Ugh! I miss my student life so bad but I need those money!

And somewhere after all the chaos, life slowly become softer again!

I fell in love, got married, PJJ, moving following my husband, and built a family of my own, Today, I'm mother to three beautiful children; 3 tiny humans now fill my days with laughter, noise, mess, exhaustion, and a kind of love I never understood when I was a teen or yet to be precise, SINGLE.

Sometimes, I look at my life now and wonder how the girl from 8 years ago would react if she saw all of this, I think she would be proud.

Life now is far from perfect. there are unfinished laundry piles, sleepless nights work stress, school routines, and moments where I question myself more than I should. 

BUT there is love, So much love.

Maybe that's why I came back here.

to remember the versions of me that existed through every season of life - the young girl with dreams. And maybe, to slowly find myself again between all the roles I carry everyday.

Here's to softer days, stronger faith, and a beautiful journey ahead. In shaa Allah.