If I ever told you my story...
Leaving Islam, falling into the arms of God.

The spiritual attacks — they’re real.
The night terrors. The sleepless nights.
The anxiety attacks that suffocate you — now I know, they’re spiritual.
The nightmares I couldn’t explain.

I’ve had simple but deep visions.
Given to help me walk in strength.
Given to protect my heart. ❤️

When someone tells you they’ve had an encounter with the true, living God —
Do your hairs stand up?
Do you feel that chill?
Or do you doubt?

My own blood family turned their back on me.
Not just because I left their belief system,
But because I spoke truth.
I broke generational curses.
I broke away from abuse.
I broke out of control and spiritual warfare — to be free.

I once planned to give up.
But I kept going… because I found God.

Despite everything, I’ve tried to be a decent person.
Still I ask, why do the good ones suffer most?
Why are we isolated, broken, and left with nothing?

Yet… I’m still here.
Still wanting to live.
Still open to feel love.

Even through all the pain, I keep giving.
Still loving.
Even when I’ve had nothing.
Even when I didn’t know where to turn.

I’ve watched people I care about move on with everything I’ve prayed for…
While I’ve been left carrying everything they couldn’t see.

But now, the realisation is clear:

Life is more about living than money.
It’s about experiences over the seriousness of life.
Love over flesh.
True friendship over exposure.
Not just existing to impress others.

Life is about loving yourself deeply —
Not accepting fake love dressed as lust.

Despite my current situation…
I’m going to fix up and live.
No situation will ever break me.
I was built for more.
And I’m not giving up.

By Humeera