You Matter! You are beautiful!
It is such a privilege to write for Mayshad, and especially for its Mind and Soul Section.
When I first met the amazing team behind Mayshad Woman Mag a couple of months ago, I was encouraged to write in the Fashion and Cooking sessions. It was flattering, but the truth is, I am not a style icon. I am just this little nerd whose heart beats out of fear and panic whenever I enter a room full of people. My heart and soul have a preference for the Mind and Soul section because I think I can participate in it with the humble and little knowledge I acquired.
In my series of articles, you will read a lot of arabic. Arabic is my favourite language. It is poetic and it is classy. No wonder why arabic is considered one of the most difficult languages in the world.
You matter. Because you are the creation of Life. Your Life. And every single creature of God on earth is genuinely beautiful. You were born to be happy, to laugh and to smile. You were born to meet and marry your soulmate on earth and all this, God took care of writing it for you before you were born. It’s Maktoob. (Destiny)
The is no secret the ultimate recipe to success and happiness is confidence. Confidence, when associated with faith and hard work, will make you reach wonders.
But before you reach that level of happiness and success, you have to get rid of anger and pain in your heart.
Understanding would be the first step to the beautiful journey of happiness. When you understand, when you tolerate, when you forgive, you let negative energies go and you replace them with good ones.
No one is perfect, and no one is a Saint. When you have good intentions towards someone, it is ok to accept their mistakes. Because when you do, one day this same person, or any other person, will forgive you for your own mistakes. This leads us to the famous saying “what goes around comes around.” So whoever did wrong and whoever hurt you in the past, your karma, your energy, your goodwill, your God or simply your good intentions will take care of their case. Because you matter. And you have no time or energy for negativity.
Also, love. Love and dream. Love with all your heart. And if you don’t do a task with all your heart it clearly means it’s not worth it. Also, with love comes patience. And as long as you have the courage and the patience that help you to never give up, you are powerful.
In my point of view, behind every successful man is a woman and behind every successful woman is a man. It is ok to be fragile, it is more than ok to feel the need and love of the person you love. I am not a feminist and I will never be. I believe the more the woman respects her better half, the more she gives him, the more he will give her back. There is always a younger more beautiful girl than you out there. But she is not you.
Even you will not look the way you do today in two or three decades. If he loves you, he will always, always do. And if you are loyal to him, no matter what mistakes you do, he will still love you and will look at you the way Guillaume Canet looks at Marion Cotillard. Life is a Jeu d’enfants.
And last but not least, everything happens for a reason. A good reason. You may not see it in the first place but sooner or later you will. Take a modest example:
I was born left-handed. However, my father, for some unexplained cultural reasons, basically did everything he could to turn me into a right-handed. And he succeeded. Today I can write with both hands. Helps a lot when I try to multitaske. His « insisti-persisti » made me write with my right hand. 20 years later my own insisti persisti makes me decide how to use the hand that I want to write with whenever I want to do it.
Another padré anecdote before I close this article. Papa was the toughest parent ever when it came to homework. He would send me back to my room to read a text over and over again if I made a single mistake. This is what built the insisti-persisti side of me in my opinion. So one day he noticed I learned a text by heart and told me to say to the teacher that I could recite it if she ever asks me to read. So « chose promise chose due. »
The next day I went to school and recited the text in front of all the classroom. The teacher then ordered that the next day we would have an auto-dictée (self-dictation). That is how all the girls in the classroom unfriended me and it was probably the beginning of a life of a shy but hard working girl with almost no bestie at all. Should I blame my father for it? Absolutely not. Because with the rocks thrown at me I went to the best Universities and ended up meeting the most inspiring, beautiful and successful girlfriends.
Jawaher if you are reading this, please know that I love you.
Remember, you matter.