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“The Ones That Broke Me Created This Version.”

What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

THE ONE’S THAT BROKE ME.. RE-SHAPED ME..

Not the pretty milestones. Not the celebrations. Not the moments where everything made sense and people clapped for me. It was the abandonment. The silence. The betrayal. The nights I cried into my pillow so no one would hear the crack in my voice. The months I survived on fumes, emotionally, financially, spiritually and still somehow woke up for Tahjud.

Growth did not come wrapped in blessings. It came wrapped in disappointment.

The biggest growth came from realising that the people I would bleed for would not bruise for me. That when I needed covering, I was exposed. When I needed protection, I was told to be patient. When I needed provision, I was handed excuses. That hurt did not just sting.. It rearranged me.

I grew the most the day I stopped begging humans for what only ALLAH controls.

When I finally understood what it meant when ALLAH says in the Qur’an..

“And whoever relies upon ALLAH, then HE is sufficient for him.” (65:3).

I had been saying I trusted HIM, but I was still trying to control outcomes. I would make du’a and then obsess. Hand it over and then grab it back. That internal tug-of-war exhausted me more than the actual problem.

Another thing that grew me?..

ILLNESS..

When your body humbles you, your ego does not survive. Pain strips you. It teaches you patience in a way comfort never can. When your spine will not allow you to pray 20 rakaats and you are on the floor fighting tears because sujood is the only place you feel safe.. THAT CHANGES YOU.. That makes you understand that worship is not about performance. It is about surrender.

FINANCIAL STRESS GREW ME TOO..

Living hand to mouth. Maxed credit cards. Banks calling. Knowing that money that could ease your burden exists, but is not in your hands. That kind of stress can either rot your heart or refine it. I had moments of anger, oh yes I most certainly did. Did I act on that anger, no I chose not too. I had moments where I questioned fairness. But then I realised something heavy..

Provision does not define worth. Dependence does.

And every time I thought I was drowning, ALLAH threw me something, not always money, but strength. A kind word. A shift in perspective. A reminder that rizq is not just cash.. It is health, iman, clarity, protection from things I do not even see.

THE HARDEST PART OF GROWTH CAME FROM LETTING GO..

Letting go of people who felt familiar but were not safe. Letting go of conversations I desperately wanted to have. Letting go of being understood. Drawing boundaries even when my hands shook. Saying,

“For my peace, I am drawing the line here,”

And meaning it. That was not weakness. That was evolution.

And then there is RAMADAAN..

Standing in Taraweeh when my body is aching and burnt out, but my soul is desperate. Choosing ALLAH over distraction. Choosing silence over revenge. Choosing dignity over drama. Choosing sabr when my nafs wants to scream. This month is not just cleansing me.. It is exposing me to myself.

The truth is, I grew the most when I realised I do not have to chase what is written for me.

What is mine will not miss me. What misses me was never mine.

I grew when I stopped seeing myself as a victim of circumstances and started seeing myself as a woman being sharpened. Tested, yes. But also elevated. Refined. Protected from people and paths that would have destroyed me slowly.

I AM NOT WHO I WAS A YEAR AGO..

I do not panic the same. I do not beg the same. I do not attach the same. I do not tolerate the same. I do not love recklessly anymore. I love with awareness. I give with boundaries. I trust, but I verify. And above all, I return everything to ALLAH before it has a chance to poison me.

The experiences that grew me the most were the ones that made me feel like I would not survive them.

AND YET HERE I AM.. SOFTER WITH ALLAH.. HARDER WITH PEOPLE.. CLEARER WITH MYSELF..

“Dying With Dignity.. Should South Africa Legalise Euthanasia?”

Euthanasia, broadly defined as intentionally ending a person’s life to relieve suffering, remains one of the most emotionally and ethically charged issues in medicine. For many terminally ill or severely suffering patients, the concept of a peaceful, dignified death can represent compassion, relief, and control when option after option has already failed. Yet across the world, and in our own country of South Africa, making that choice legal and socially acceptable remains deeply contested.

At its core, the debate over euthanasia raises fundamental questions.. Does a human being have the right not only to live, but to die with dignity when life becomes unbearable? Does the state and society have the moral duty to honour such a decision, or does it have a responsibility to protect life at all costs?

Legal Status of Euthanasia in South Africa..

Currently, in South Africa, active euthanasia and physician-assisted suicide remain illegal. 

The law draws a distinction between withdrawing or withholding life-sustaining treatment (which may be legal under certain circumstances) and active euthanasia or assisted suicide (which generally amounts to unlawful killing).  The official medical-ethical guidelines of the Health Professions Council of South Africa (HPCSA) make it clear that any medical intervention whose primary intention is to end life is both unethical and unlawful.  Over the decades, several court cases have attempted to challenge this status quo, but none has resulted in lasting legal change that broadly legitimises assisted dying.

Historic cases also reflect this.. in S v Hartmann (1975), a doctor who administered a lethal dose to his suffering father was convicted of murder, even though the motive was mercy. 

Thus, under current South African law, euthanasia is not legally permitted, medical practitioners who assist in ending life remain at risk of prosecution for murder or culpable homicide. 

Attempts at Legal Reform & Court Challenge..

Despite the legal prohibition, there have been repeated efforts in South Africa to change the law or at least challenge it.

As early as the early 1990s, the South African Law Commission (SALC) began investigating end-of-life issues, including euthanasia and “living wills.”  The SALC even drafted proposed legislation, sometimes called the End-of-Life Decisions Act, which would have provided a regulated framework for end-of-life choices. But that draft bill was never tabled in Parliament, it “gathered dust” and was never debated or put to public hearings. A landmark court case was Stransham-Ford v Minister of Justice and Correctional Services (2015). The applicant, terminally ill with cancer, asked the High Court for an order allowing a physician to assist him in ending his life. The judge found in his favour, arguing that a mentally competent, terminally ill adult has a constitutional right to end his life with medical assistance, without the doctor facing criminal liability.  However and crucially, because the applicant died just hours before the order was formally granted, the judgment was later set aside on appeal, making the decision moot. The court ruled that the case was not a proper vehicle to change common law on murder and euthanasia.  Since then, further attempts by individuals (e.g. patients + palliative-care doctors) to initiate new cases have met resistance, the government and medical regulatory bodies remain opposed to legalising assisted dying. 

In short, although significant steps have been taken, and the ethical and constitutional arguments have been clearly articulated in court, there is still no legal regime in South Africa granting a general right to euthanasia or assisted suicide.

Ethical, Medical, and Human Rights Considerations..

The debate over euthanasia is not just legal, it is deeply moral, medical, and philosophical. Here are some key considerations often invoked by proponents and critics:

✔ Arguments for Euthanasia / Assisted Dying…

Human dignity & autonomy, For many terminally ill patients, maintaining dignity is more than semantic, it is an essential affirmation of their humanity. As advocates often put it, if life becomes unlivable, unbearable, stripped of dignity, should not a person have the right to choose a merciful, peaceful death? Medical ethicists sometimes cite autonomy and bodily integrity as fundamental, meaning a person should have control over not only how they live, but how they die.  Relief from suffering. Modern palliative care aims to alleviate pain and distress, but there are conditions, aggressive cancers, degenerative neurological disease, extreme pain or loss of bodily functions, where suffering may become “incurable and unbearable.” In those instances, euthanasia may be seen as a compassionate alternative to prolonged agony. Critics of the ban often argue that forcing people to continue suffering is cruel. Consistency with other decisions. If a patient can refuse life-sustaining treatment, or refuse resuscitation, or have treatment withdrawn, why should they be prohibited from asking for active help to end life? Some see the current legal prohibition as inconsistent, arbitrary, or insufficiently sensitive to the realities of terminal illness and suffering. 

As one scholar wrote in the international context of “right to die” debates.. “The question is whether the right to life includes, or should include, the right to die with dignity.” 

✖ Arguments Against Euthanasia / Risks & Concerns..

Protection of life & societal value. The right to life, enshrined in the constitution of South Africa, is widely interpreted as a foundational human right. Critics argue that legalising euthanasia undermines society’s commitment to protect life, especially vulnerable lives (disabled, mentally ill, poor, elderly). Potential for abuse. Regulatory bodies such as the HPCSA warn that if euthanasia becomes legal, there is a risk of misuse, pressure on patients (especially poor or dependent ones), coercion, family or societal pressure, or even economic motivations influencing “voluntary” choices.  Slippery slope and ethical integrity of medicine. Many fear that permitting doctors to kill, even at the request of patients, corrupts the fundamental role of medicine, which should heal, relieve, and preserve life. The concern is that the line between “compassionate death” and “convenient death” may blur over time.  Lack of robust legal safeguards. Because South Africa never enacted the draft legislation proposed by SALC (e.g. the End-of-Life Decisions Act), there is no regulatory framework to ensure that euthanasia, if ever permitted, would be applied fairly, transparently, and with the full protection of patient autonomy, consent, and safeguards against coercion. 

The Human Side.. Why People Still Push for “The Last Right”

Behind the legal cases, draft bills, and court judgments are real people, terminally ill patients, families, palliative-care doctors, caregivers, for whom the debate is not hypothetical. The desire for a dignified death is rarely abstract, it is deeply personal.

For many, euthanasia is not about “giving up” but about refusing “prolonged suffering” and “meaningless agony,” about preserving dignity in the final stage of life. Some see it as a matter of autonomy, the right to decide not just how you live, but how you die. Others view it as a compassionate act, not only for the patient, but also for loved ones, who often suffer alongside, seeing prolonged pain, loss of dignity, decay, and helplessness can leave lasting trauma.

As one pro-euthanasia writer argued, if the option for a merciful death exists, and if terminal illness leaves no hope for quality of life, then denying a patient that choice may be a profound injustice. 

Conclusion & Reflection..

The issue of euthanasia in South Africa reveals a profound tension between two powerful truths..

The sanctity of life, long upheld in law, medicine, and moral tradition. The dignity of suffering human beings, their right to avoid unbearable pain, maintain control, and decide how they exit the world when life becomes an unbearable burden.

Despite decades of debate, draft legislation, and even court challenges, South Africa has not yet embraced a legal framework for euthanasia or physician-assisted death. The reasons, fear of abuse, ethical concerns, cultural resistance, regulatory caution, are serious and worthy of respect.

Yet the voices calling for “the last right” grow louder, citing constitutional rights to dignity, autonomy, bodily integrity, and compassionate relief of suffering. The debate is not just legal, it is deeply human.

If ever South Africa is to allow peaceful, dignified death for those who suffer beyond hope, it will require more than legal reform. It will demand a societal reckoning, with suffering, death, dignity, care, compassion, and with the kind of society we want to be.

Character Defines Faith..

There are many phrases people attach to the idea of faith.. Belief, devotion, trust, surrender. But few capture the true depth of faith as powerfully as the statement “character defines faith.” Because faith is not merely what the tongue professes or what the mind reflects on in quiet moments, it is revealed in the fabric of one’s character, in the way a person thinks, chooses, sacrifices, restrains, and behaves when life squeezes, tests, bends, and breaks them. Faith is invisible, but character makes it visible.

The True Measure of Belief Does Not Live in Words..

Anyone can claim to believe. Words are cheap, easily spoken, and often repeated without ever being weighed in the heart. A person may speak endlessly of morality, spirituality, or devotion, but their character will always betray the truth of their inner world. Character is the unfiltered expression of what lives inside you long after the world has forgotten your speeches, your promises, or your carefully crafted image.

Faith is not a performance.. It is a consistency. It shows up not only in prayer, but in how one deals with people.

Not only in worship, but in honesty. Not only in rituals, but in compassion. Not only in declarations, but in patience and restraint.

Where the tongue may deceive, the character cannot. When life presses, when disappointment strikes, when temptation whispers, when anger rises, that is when faith speaks through character.

Character Is Faith Under Pressure..

It is easy to be kind when life is gentle. It is easy to be patient when everything is going your way. It is easy to love when everyone around you behaves lovingly. But faith is not proven in peace.. It is refined in fire.

Your character during adversity becomes the mirror that reflects the strength of your faith. Does hardship make you cruel, bitter, or dishonest? Or does it push you toward reflection, humility, and higher principles? Do you abandon your morals when nobody is looking? Or do you hold the line because you know faith is watching?

Character is faith applied. Character is faith tested. Character is faith surviving the storm. The storms are never meant to destroy faith.. They are meant to reveal it.

Integrity.. The Unseen Prayer of the Soul..

Many imagine faith as something practiced through rituals alone. But integrity, the way you conduct yourself when there is no applause, no reward, no witness, is one of the purest expressions of faith. A dishonest person may pray loudly, but their character exposes the hollowness behind the ritual. A compassionate person may pray quietly, yet their actions echo their sincerity louder than any recitation ever could.

Faith without character is a theory. Character without faith is fragile. But when the two align, a person becomes unshakeable.

This is why the strongest believers across history were known not only for what they preached but for who they were, their humility, justice, mercy, courage, loyalty, generosity, discipline, and truthfulness. These were not separate from their faith, they were the embodiment of their faith.

The Heart Shapes the Hand..

Every action springs from an internal truth. If faith truly lives in the heart, the hand cannot contradict it. A heart anchored in belief produces actions that reflect clarity, sincerity, and goodness. And a heart that is disconnected from faith will inevitably produce actions rooted in ego, impulse, or fear.

You cannot hide the condition of your faith, because your character carries it like a scent, subtle but unmistakable. People may not know your history, your struggles, your prayers, or your private battles, but they will know your faith through the sincerity of your conduct.

Your Character Is the Legacy of Your Faith..

Long after your words fade, long after your voice falls silent, it will be your character that remains in the memory of others. Faith shapes legacy, not through dramatic gestures, but through the daily choices that accumulate into a life lived with purpose.

A person’s character becomes the signature of their faith, written in the hearts they touched, the wounds they healed, the justice they upheld, the principles they refused to abandon, the truth they protected, and the kindness they offered even when they themselves were hurting.

Faith that does not shape character is merely an idea. Character that is shaped by faith becomes a testimony.

The Quiet Truth..

Faith is not loud. It does not demand attention. It does not announce itself. But character, consistent, steady, upright character, becomes its undeniable proof.

When someone says “Character defines faith,” they are saying..

Show me your patience when you are angry. Show me your generosity when you are tired. Show me your honesty when lying feels easier. Show me your compassion when people least deserve it. Show me your loyalty when you are tempted to walk away. Show me your humility when you have every reason to boast. Show me your faith not in your words, but in your way of being.

That is character. And that is faith.

If I Could Relive a Year — 2002..

Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?

“Not all kings wear crowns, some wear the weight of love and sacrifice so gracefully, even Heaven must stand to welcome them.”

If I were ever given the power to turn back time, I would not chase my youth, my laughter, or even the dreams I once left unfinished. I would go back to the year 2002, the year the world lost a humble man, but Heaven gained a soul so rare that even angels must have paused in awe.

2002 was the year my father took his final bow, but if I could rewrite that script, I would start the year again, slower this time, softer, with more gratitude and more “I love you’s.” I would hold on a little tighter, laugh a little louder, and capture every ordinary moment that I once thought would last forever.

My father was not a man of wealth, but he carried himself with a grace that no fortune could buy. His clothes may have been worn, but his dignity never was. He did not own a crown, yet kings could have learned from the way he carried his name. He was a poor man by pocket, but rich beyond measure in the things that truly matter, kindness, faith, and the ability to love without condition.

He had this quiet strength about him, the kind that did not roar but radiated peace. He taught through example, not lectures. He did not just raise me, he shaped me. Every value I hold, every ounce of compassion I give, and every boundary I refuse to cross, they all trace back to him. My father did not just tell me how to live, he showed me what it means to be human in a world that often forgets how.

If I could relive 2002, I would not change his fate. I know GOD had bigger plans for him. But I would change the way I lived that year. I would spend more time listening to his stories instead of rushing through them. I would ask more questions about his dreams, his struggles, his youth. I would memorise the way his laughter filled the room and the way his eyes softened when he looked at me.

Because the truth is, my father was not just my parent, he was my first definition of love. The kind of love that protects, nurtures, and never wavers. He may not have had riches, but he left me something priceless, the blueprint of character.

So yes, if I could relive a year, it would be 2002. Not to undo the pain, but to relive the beauty. To walk beside the man who never had much, but somehow gave me everything.

Because some souls are not meant to be measured by the world’s standards, and my father, my king, was one of them.

Because I Know the Feeling 

Someone once asked me, “Why are you always there for people?” And I smiled softly, because they did not know what that question really unlocked inside me. You see, being “there” for others is not something I do out of habit or obligation, it is something that was carved into my soul through absence, through the kind of loneliness that teaches you the language of silent cries and unanswered prayers.

I know what it feels like to need someone and have no one. To sit in the dark with your thoughts louder than the world, trying to convince yourself that tomorrow will feel lighter. I know how it feels to scroll through your contacts hoping someone will just get it, and realising most people only show up for the highlight reel, not the behind-the-scenes. That is why I choose to be the person who stays. The one who replies. The one who checks in. Because I remember how it felt when nobody did.

It changes you, that kind of emptiness. It makes you soft in places you never thought could bend. It teaches you to listen to what is not said. It makes you notice the pain hiding behind “I am fine.” That is why when I show up for people, I do it with my whole heart. Because I am not just offering my time. I am offering the comfort I once prayed for.

People who have been through the fire love differently. We do not just lend an ear, we lend our soul. We see the cracks and we do not flinch, because we have been cracked too, and we learned that light seeps through those breaks. I do not help people because I expect anything back. I help because I remember what it felt like to have nothing but hope holding me together.

So yes, I am always there. I will always pick up the phone, send the message, offer the shoulder, even when my own is heavy. Not because I am strong all the time, but because I know how much it means when someone simply shows up. That is not weakness, that is empathy in its purest form.

One day, someone will ask again, “Why do you care so much?” And I will still answer the same, because I know how it hurts when no one does.

I care so deeply because I was once the one no one cared for. My kindness is not weakness, it is survival turned into compassion.