Untangling My Restless Soul

 Two people made mistakes. Both are regretting their decisions. For one person, I feel deep empathy. I want her to relax and focus on the present. I feel for her. I’m not angry with her. I want to be there for her — almost like fixing something I didn’t even break. For the other person, who also made a bad decision, I feel the total opposite. Every time she brings up the topic, I remind her again and again: “I told you not to do it. You knew the consequences. Now you got what you deserve. Just make a decision that helps.” My approach with her is practical, harsh, and sometimes arrogant. I don’t understand why I feel so differently toward two people who made similar mistakes. Let’s call the person I feel empathetic toward Person A, and the other Person B. In the case of Person B, I had clearly told her the consequences. I had warned her. With Person A, it never even crossed my mind to warn her. Could this be one of the reasons? With Person B, I had already put in my effort. I was fu...

 Yesterday, I had a conversation with three men — one was a watchman, one a doctor, and one was well educated. No matter what their status was, all of them shared the same audacity to look down on women simply because they are women. It wasn’t about appearance or background — it was about gender. The assumption was clear: a woman’s words, opinions, and existence itself are treated as if they hold less value. That’s when I truly realized something painful — when a woman wants to live independently, she is still not fully allowed to. Men grow up in a society that hands them entitlement, teaching them that they have the right to dismiss, interrupt, and belittle women without consequence. Alhamdulillah, women are blessed with empathy, emotional intelligence, and humility — yet many men are never taught to develop these qualities. Only those who truly fear God carry real respect, self-control, and compassion. I pray that every girl finds a man who is beautiful in character — a man full ...